OK, fine, I give in, I admit it. I am enjoying the Twilight series. They’re not likely to win the Nobel Prize for literature any time soon, but they’re worth taking the time for.
Based on what I am hearing (much of which has to do with a comparative preference for forcibly removing and eating one’s own liver, and the like), I still have very little desire to see the movie, or its sequel-in-progress.
I think part of me didn’t want to like this series because of the teenybopper hysteria which it seems to generate (Goblet of Fire had finally come out and I had therefore started getting into the Potter series before this kind of frothing-at-the-mouth fandom had begun to irritate me). As a confirmed Whedonite, I also object to some of the canonical vampire tropes being discarded as cavalierly as they are, particularly the sunlight thing.
I had heard that New Moon is the low point of the series, and I still did enjoy it. So I guess I kind of like these books after all.
And just for those of you surfing in based on my tags alone, here’s a picture of Robert Pattinson for your slavering enjoyment.
Don’t drool all over your keyboard, it tends to make them inoperable.
And since I am in this confessionary spirit when it comes to the enjoyment of things that are overhyped, I’m just going to let it be known now that I did actually like Star Wars Episode One: The Phantom Menace, have actually begun appreciating Coldplay and did once have a teenage crush on a Spice Girl. Anyone else have a secret shame or other such confession to make?