The Twilight Obsession.
You’ve all heard about it, don’t try to pretend otherwise. Stephenie Meyer’s novel Twilight and the following three books have exploded in sales for young adults, specifically among teenage girls. There’s a movie coming out in November, fan clubs littered all over the internet, and merchandise being sold left and right.
I’m only a little ashamed to admit my part in this. My laptop is named Bella, my camera is Edward, and the truck I drive is Jacob. I got roped, unwillingly, into a Twilight book club at school, I’m planning on going to the movie as soon as it comes out, I went to the midnight release party for the final book, I dressed up as a Cullen for Halloween freshman year, and my copy of Twilight is so worn it looks like it’s been through a weed whacker. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been infected with Twilight-induced insanity.
But if you haven’t read these books, you’re missing out exponentially. The writing is incredible, the characters alluring and captivating, and the plot contenting. Stephenie Meyer, who has another book out, The Host, is an excellent writer and should not be shunned merely because her books are now “mainstream”. That’s the problem with people today. Once something becomes “mainstream” it loses its value. I like this book far before it was insanely popular, and Rachel read it even before that. I’m no poser, ladies and gents. I fell in love with Edward years ago.
And that one thing I saw on the internet was right… Twilight makes human boys suck.
