I have a dark and humiliating secret: I convinced myself to start reading the "Twilight" books -- and now I can't put them down.
In my favor, I do get a subtle urge to vomit whenever Bella refers to Edward as her "marble Adonis" or when she moons about how he's so dangerous but makes her feel so safe. (All my fellow nerds who have ever watched the perfect girl go off with Leather Jacket Guy, who's totally wrong for her, know where this feeling comes from.)
Unfortunately, that small point in my favor is utterly overthrown by this much greater and more emasculating one: I read the first two books in the series this past week. That's 1,000 pages of Twilight from Monday morning through late Friday night, or 12 and a half pages per waking hour.
...And this morning, I started book three.
Yea!!! I'm so with you (except that I'm already a girl so it's a little less shameful). I experience a mix of fascination with horror for the example Bella is setting for teen girls. Guys that want to hurt you make bad boyfriends!! And why does she need a guy to make her happy?? And why do I keep watching the movies over and over??!!
ReplyDeleteEdward doesn't want to hurt Bella -- don't be ridiculous. Do you remember that line from "The Frisco Kid"? "I don't want to hurt you; I just want to eat you!"
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