This is a rant. If you like Twilight and Stephenie Meyer, please stop reading. However, if you find something wrong with the fact that almost the entire female teen population have become obsessed with books that not only have the crappiest, most cliched storyline ever, but are VERY poorly written, please read on and commiserate with me, because I am at my wit's end.
So, I have just decided that I am going to STOP reading Breaking Dawn (I'm a little more than halfway through) because I realized that I had far too much faith in Stephenie Meyer. I thought she would be able to pull her shit together and come up with a decent ending for a series that actually had some potential.
Alas, I was very, very wrong. So imagine my surprise when I come here and see how many people just LOVE Twilight and the other three books which are two crappy to even bother specifying. You know which books I mean. For my purposes I am just going to refer to them all as Twilight. And their excuse for loving it gets me every time just KILLS ME.
OMGSH EDWARD IS SO AMAZING! I WANT A BOYFRIEND JUST LIKE HIM!
Excuse me, but since when is being a pussy-whipped bitch at all attractive? Newsflash, girls, no man acts like that, and if he does, then you'd better get out quick. Because he is, like Edward, crazy, emotionally abusive, and a stalker.
And please, don't even get me started on Bella. She is the whiniest, most obnoxious Mary Sue I have ever come across. And it really bothers me how she just takes Edward's shit. We will leave her alone because everyone knows that she is inherently useless. (Until she becomes a vampire, that is, then, she is just SO SUPER SPECIAL THAT SHE CAN RESIST HUMANS WITH EASE! ... Puh-lease ... kill me.) But, you can't blame her, I guess. She has an idiot mother and a mentally retarded father. Obviously, she was destined to be sub-par.
What upset me the most was that SMeyer ruined the only plausible charater in the entire series, Jacob, by making him imprint on Bella's PERFECT child. Come on ... the pedophilia is killing me, here.
And don't try to contradict me when I say he and the werewolves are the only plausible characters.
VAMPIRES THAT SPARKLE IN THE SUN?! REALLY?!
NEWBORN VAMPIRES RUNNING AWAY FROM THE SCENT OF HUMAN BLOOD?!
A FATHER WHO DOES NOT NOTICE THAT THERE IS A VAMPIRE SLEEPING IN HIS DAUGHTER'S ROOM EVERY NIGHT?!
She has to be joking.
But it's the people who actually think she's GOOD at writing I feel sorry for. I admit, I read the books, but only because I was waiting for the day when Jacob would stop giving a shit about the drippy and useless Bella, and go medieval on Edward's ass. But people actually SAY shit like 'Stephenie Meyer is one of the greatest writers of our time. She's so skilled and creative-"
That is where I stop them. A vampire falling in love with a human girl against his better judgment, trying to get away from her because he is afraid that he will kill her, but coming back anyway and changing her into a vampire so they can be together forever is not creative. It has been done before. The only thing she did differently was throw glitter on the vampires, which she could have done without.
So, anyway, when people say that Stephenie Meyer is one of the greatest writers of our time, I correct them and say she is one of the most POPULAR writers of our time. Sadly, the majority of people are not that smart, and will think anything is good as long as it has a ridiculously cliched love story involving vampires and werewolves.
I will repeat myself. Kill me.
I could go on and on and on, but this is getting very long. Hopefully I can get a conversation going, then I will continue. Suffice it to say that I have stopped reading Breaking Dawn, so in my mind, there is still some hope. I can imagine things without the most likely horribly perfect ending Smeyer envisioned for all of her perfect characters.
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ThatsNotPoetry on Wed Oct 22, 2008 11:48 am, edited 1 time in total.
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We'd be so less fragile
If we're made from metal
And our hearts from iron
And our minds from steel.
But if we built an armor
For our tender bodies
Could we love each other?
Would we start to feel?