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A review by madiganinwonderland
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
3.0
2.5/2.75
The real reason I stopped caring for this book is I can't help but see similarities between this and Vampire Diaries (from the 90s) even though it was meant to be an original. Then, I associated the books with the movies and honestly that's not fair. This movies are trash. Cream of the crop trash, but trash nonetheless.
For the past decade I've only seen the movie when I see this book but to be honest the book really isn't that bad. There is so so so much worse angsty trash out there that makes you cringe hard. Not that this isn't cringy at parts, and Edward gives off some RATHER CLEAR WARNING SIGNS TO RUN THS FUCK AWAY FROM THIS CONTROLLING STALKER but it's less creepy brooding as it is in the movie.
I first read this in 2006. And I can't even remember how many times I must have reread it. Countless. But I haven't picked it up since about 2009, and time definitely warped my memory. However, it still felt like I was sitting down with an old friend for coffee. I felt like I was reading dialogue I shared with friends in memories past. And I bet my whole series reread is gonna be like that. I didn't ever realize I missed Alice and Jasper, and that I'd actually understand Rose so much more this time. Having actually been to Forks, I could basically feel the rain coming down on me as I read this. I will say you can tell Stephanie did go up there, because you really feel like you're there in the city.
All this being said, it is OG angsty instalove that has plot holes, a girl who's not like other girls, dragging parts, and let's be honest as a fully grown adult, the idea of CHOOSING to date someone in high school (no matter how floral they smell :D) or even consider them as anything beyond a child (which Edward does refer to her classmates as children. Ya know, the ones her age) is truly unpleasant. I don't really care how young his body is. Hes plenty old/mature enough to know better.
But I digress. It's what every day dreaming, angsty, 12 year old bookworm wished would happen to them, myself included. It satisfied that for my inner youth (and also for middle aged women at the time) and I can't discredit it for that. I truly did enjoy this reread.
The real reason I stopped caring for this book is I can't help but see similarities between this and Vampire Diaries (from the 90s) even though it was meant to be an original. Then, I associated the books with the movies and honestly that's not fair. This movies are trash. Cream of the crop trash, but trash nonetheless.
For the past decade I've only seen the movie when I see this book but to be honest the book really isn't that bad. There is so so so much worse angsty trash out there that makes you cringe hard. Not that this isn't cringy at parts, and Edward gives off some RATHER CLEAR WARNING SIGNS TO RUN THS FUCK AWAY FROM THIS CONTROLLING STALKER but it's less creepy brooding as it is in the movie.
I first read this in 2006. And I can't even remember how many times I must have reread it. Countless. But I haven't picked it up since about 2009, and time definitely warped my memory. However, it still felt like I was sitting down with an old friend for coffee. I felt like I was reading dialogue I shared with friends in memories past. And I bet my whole series reread is gonna be like that. I didn't ever realize I missed Alice and Jasper, and that I'd actually understand Rose so much more this time. Having actually been to Forks, I could basically feel the rain coming down on me as I read this. I will say you can tell Stephanie did go up there, because you really feel like you're there in the city.
All this being said, it is OG angsty instalove that has plot holes, a girl who's not like other girls, dragging parts, and let's be honest as a fully grown adult, the idea of CHOOSING to date someone in high school (no matter how floral they smell :D) or even consider them as anything beyond a child (which Edward does refer to her classmates as children. Ya know, the ones her age) is truly unpleasant. I don't really care how young his body is. Hes plenty old/mature enough to know better.
But I digress. It's what every day dreaming, angsty, 12 year old bookworm wished would happen to them, myself included. It satisfied that for my inner youth (and also for middle aged women at the time) and I can't discredit it for that. I truly did enjoy this reread.