Twilight---Not My Fantasy

One of my favorite past times is reading. I enjoy many different genres and could very well read for hours on end. I like many classics, especially those during the Romanticism movement.

However, I do not like the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyers. I must first admit that I have never read one of her novels in its entirety, but the excerpts that I have read were enough to make me never want to read the rest. Her language and structure is adequate, but nothing remarkable. Her style is like many other authors who write for a teenage girl audience. Therefore, I do not understand draw to these books.

Additionally, I am not attracted to me of the elements of her books. For example, I am not into vampires. I understand that the point of the book is that more of a romance than vampirism; however, if I wanted to read an über cliché romance novel, I would read one of the cheap romance novels you can find almost anywhere. Additionally, I do not find vampires sexy, especially if they are 200 years old and still look as if they are 17 years old. Personally, my type of man is more masculine and muscular. Secondly, what is wrong with human males? Sure, they can be frustrating sometimes, but they do not have friends who want to kill you or suck your blood. Also, I would not want to have a child that would break my ribs and need me to consume blood, among other disturbing pregnancy side effects explained in Meyers’s last book.

Furthermore, silver Volvos are not my ideal automobiles. Do not misunderstand me; if I am ever in a car accident, I would be grateful for a Volvo’s steel cage. However, for a guy to pick me up for a date, a silver Volvo would not impress me. I would rather have a silver Aston Martin. You could say that I have higher and more refined standards when discussing that subject.

Another problem that I have with the Twilight series is that it is a pre-teen and teen cultish phenomenon. I am somewhat repulsed by such phenomena. For this reason also, I am not a huge fan of High School Musical. Generally, I am not a rebel, but in this case something makes me perturbed. Whenever I hear someone drooling over Edward Cullins, I feel like gagging and think to myself: he will never be able to touch some of the greatest literary heroes in the classics.