Twilight, where vampires glitter in the sun

“What am I? Say it!” — “A vampire.”

The few minutes after I finished reading Twilight, I sat and found myself wondering, for the first (and probably only) time in my life, whether I like a book or not.

Out of righteous curiousity, since it seemed to me like I was among the very few people who has not read Stephenie Meyer’s ‘Twilight’, I searched for a .pdf file and read it. Which ended up with me asking myself why people say it’s one of the best books out there. I mean, REALLY???

Twilight has its flaws. It does not have a truly memorable plot, I was not wowed at its storytelling, and I was certainly not impressed by its writing. I scoff at the people who say otherwise, I have read far too many better-written stories by unpublished, anonymous writers and to say so would be a downright insult. As one critic said, “Stephenie Meyer is no J.K. Rowling”. Twilight is not new, in fact it’s the same old story of beautiful-boy-who-is-actually-a-vampire falls in love with small-town-girl. One of the things that I frowned upon was its reliance on a massive amount of adjectives – a more than necessary supply of descriptive words – illustrating just how inhumanly beautiful, how godlike looking, Edward Cullen is. (If only I was genius enough to think of scattering synonyms of handsome and gorgeous in almost every page of my novel, I could have been a millionaire!) In addition, Edward Cullen’s character as a vampire dangerously in love with a human, his constant talk and brooding centering on ‘I love you but if you’re smart you’ll keep away from me because I’ll be the death of you’ was nice at first, but it got tiresome due to its much too overt use in the end. And don’t get me started with Bella Swan.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed reading Twilight. (I am brave enough to admit that to the world. Persecute me if you dare!) They had an assembly of interesting vampire and non-vampire characters. I grinned like a moronic idiot over Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. I, like every female with a right enough dosage of hormones in their body, love their flirtations, their romance, their love story, their courtship. Alas, my interest slowly died when they got together. And I felt the author failed to let the other characters live up to their full potential.

And yet, of course, despite its flaws, Twilight went on to be a phenomenon. I can’t blame the girls (although I would wonder about the guys). But whatever happened to beautiful writing? Whatever happened to classic? What about Pride and Prejudice? What about Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet? Heck, what about Harry Potter? I could never call Twilight a classic. That would be an insult to all the books I love. And it shouldn’t be up in the shelves with Romeo & Juliet, Mr. Darcy & Elizabeth Bennet.

But what really disappoints me is that Twilight could have been great. If only someone else wrote it. It had a lot of potential, only to be washed down the drain.

(I may be ruining a good closing, but I can’t help saying this: Does Bella have any other ambition but to be with Edward forever and ever? Seriously, her life revolves around him. To the point that it’s annoyingly pathetic. And Edward… as beautiful as you are, dear God, you can be painfully annoying at times.)