I have been hearing about this whole Twilight craze for awhile now. It started off small, bumper stickers on facebook saying things like “edward cullen is my boyfriend.” I was slightly confused but chocked it up to another High School Musical like thing. Then, blog entries started, then the movie was being promoted, then 14 year old girls were regressing to the 60s and freaking out like John, Paul, George, and Ringo were back in town.
Okay, girl falls in love with vampire…sure, except, been there, done that and if Whedon couldn’t prevent a human-vampire relationship from eventually becoming boring and slightly whiny I doubt others could. Most of my friends that have read the books admit that they’re not well written and pretty ridiculous…but you can’t stop reading them, kinda like that day you’re hungover and/or sick and the next thing you know you’ve watched like fifty America’s Funniest Home videos even though the best video on there involved a parakeet turning quickly in circles. Plus, there’s this whole “Edward’s a creepy asshole that glitters more than the Gay Pride Parade when the sunlight hits him” aspect which makes me skeptical. I’m a Whedonista and extreme lover of Harry Potter so my fantasy-teen-vampire-bookseries-moviefranchise space in my brain is pretty well occupied and views things like “Twilight” and “Tru Blood” as nothing more than imposters in the same vein.
Still, I am going to read these books…at least the first one. It’s sitting next to me right now and I am planning on picking it up fairly soon. I want to read this critically though, and with my feminist lens in full focus. So, in an attempt to prevent myself from becoming absorbed in the quagmire of Hot Topic obsessions and “Team Edward” T-shirts I will be devoting the next two weeks to writing posts based on my impressions. I will let no creepy stalkerish behaviors/statements go unnoticed. I will not let a self-sacrificing for the man act go without snarky comment. I will stand firm and unrelenting in the face of vampire baseball games and will not be swayed by the David Bowieness of their sparkly skin.
But I will need help from my readers . So to start off this brave venture of mine: What are your impressions of the books? What should I expect? How can I keep myself from getting a tattoo and masturbating to a slightly androgynous teenage boy with very very well processed hair?