Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Defending Twilight



I will unashamedly admit that I am Twilight fangirl. I have read all of the books (including the Midnight Sun excerpt on Stephenie Meyer's website) over and over until the spines began to fall apart, giving me the excuse to buy a second set. Yes. I have two sets. Plus the audiobooks and eBooks. Don't judge me.

I have gone to all the midnight premiers of the movies, and purchased all the DVDs. And every time one of the movies comes on TV, my husband groans because he knows we are going to watch it (for the eleventy billionth time). I even have all the movie soundtracks and scores. I say all this because I am confessing to you right up front that I love me some Edward Cullen, and I will shout it from the roof tops while waving my Team Edward shirt.

So many people bash Twilight these days. That's to be expected, because most things that go as viral as Twilight will always have haters. I've even heard a few people say that they used to like Twilight, but started to hate it when the pandemic began. But the question is, why do so many people hate it? Is it the "impossible" forever love? Is it Edward himself for not being "manly"? Or is it Bella, because she gives herself completely to Edward without regard for her future? Some people just don't like vampires, or they don't like Mrs. Meyers' version of vampires, or a myriad of other reasons. But I am not here to argue with the people who don't like it.

I admire the Twilight series mainly because of Edward Cullen. Every person in the world wants someone to love them whole heartedly. Not to say that my husband doesn't love the way I want him to, because he is my Edward-- but he is still a human man. He loves football. He loves to fish. And his brain is solely connected to a certain other part of his body, like every other man on this planet. Seriously, though. I love my hubby more than anyone in the world.


But I'm in love with Edward Cullen too. And Harry Potter, and Mr. Darcy, and Noah Dawson (the male protag of my novel). I think it's okay to be in love with fictional men, even if you have a real-life man of your own. Or EVEN if he's a hot mannequin, like the one that chick from the Axe commercials falls for.

                                 

Because that's what fictional men ARE FOR. They're there to keep you company when the hubby/boyfriend is away on a trip. They're there to comfort you when you and the hubby/boyfriend have a fight. They're there to make you swoon when you have no hubby/boyfriend, and ya need a little romance in yer brain. Sure, these fictional men are usually already taken by the female protagonist (Darn you, Bella Swan!!), but THAT'S THE JOY OF READING. You get to pretend to be somebody else for a few hours a day.

Okay, this post has taken a weird turn. I digress.

So many people bash Stephenie Meyer for her writing, for her morals, and countless other things, but all I see is a good love story and man who makes me sigh with swooniness. (See? He causes me to make up words.) In Stephenie Meyer, I see a woman who helped pave the way for me as a writer.

Before I started college, I used to devour every book I could get my hands on. But when the homework started piling up, I no longer had time to read or write. I found myself going into a reading hiatus, choosing mindless television shows in my free time instead. When my best friend suggested Twilight to me, at first, I was like, "Vampires? No, thanks." But she kept insisting that I would love it, so I bought it at CVS one day. I then read all four books in three days.

After finishing the series, I thought, "Hmmm... I miss reading. I miss writing. I want to write something like this." And so I immediately started writing the very-different-from-what-it-is-now first draft of my novel. I'd always wanted to write a novel, but I'd never actually pursued the idea until I read Twilight. (My novel doesn't have any vampires though, just in case you were wondering)

Also, while I was on a Twilight fansite one afternoon, an ad on the left side of the screen suggested that I  should read the book, Shiver. It sounded interesting, so I bought the book, and delightfully discovered the WONDERFUL Maggie Stiefvater. Her prose, carefully crafted sentences, and characters are... I have no words. "Perfect," might come close. She is now my favorite author, and the author I aspire to be like someday (in her classy & helpful blog posts and writing alike). And I may never have read Shiver, had I not been on that Twilight fansite.

And so many bands have been brought to my attention through the Twilight movie soundtracks. Inspiration through music is a big part of my writing process, and without Bon Iver, Sia, Sleeping At Last, and many others, some of the scenes in my novel would NOT be the same as they are now, had I not found these artists through their brilliant work on the soundtracks. (Come on, even if you aren't a fan of the movies, you HAVE to admit that the music is awesome on every single one).

So to bring this LONG post to a close, I think you should never, ever pass on reading/listening/watching something just because it's "popular," or because you heard that someone else hated it. There are so many things I would have missed out on in my life had I never picked up Twilight at CVS Pharmacy that day. I might not have even written a novel, and would still be bouncing around trying to pick a major in college and trying to figure out what the heck I wanted to do with my life.

So with this in mind, I am off to work on revisions for my novel (so that maybe one day someone will be buying MY book in CVS because their friend made them) :-)

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Is It Just Me?


Is it just me, or is the final book in a series never as good as the rest?  I have noticed a pattern with the last few series books that I have read lately; I have felt empty after reading the final book of the series -almost EVERY series that I have ever read. As of late, I have read; The Forest of Hands and Teeth trilogy by Carrie Ryan, The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins, and don't even get me started on the whole disgusting baby love thing in Breaking Dawn, of the Twilight series. Every one of these series started out great.  The authors (whom I love and will continue to eagerly await their next books) had prose that wouldn't leave my mind for weeks afterwards. These were books that I couldn't put down even if i tried.  I would read each book in a day or two, then I would sit rocking in the corner, clutching my dignity as I waited for the next installment to come out. As each series came to a close, I would hungrily devour the final book just as quickly as I had the previous books.  But for some reason, I didn't feel the same after finishing it.  Sure, I would love more stories told from the points of view of Mary, Gabry, Annah, Katniss, and Bella (and EDWARD of course), but I have never felt the urge to read a final book more than once.  I don't think I have everread the end of a series more than once.

Do I feel this way because deep down I am sad that it is truly over -that I will never hear that character's thoughts again? Or is it because all of the ends of these series were conflicted with war and death and sadness? Is it because the end of a book series is like the end of a relationship? (I mean, you have to come to love these characters, and suddenly they just break it off???) Or is it simply because many authors, no matter how great they are, cannot figure out how to write an ending that will satisfy everyone?  I don't know.  Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows was the ONLY book out of a series that I have read so far where I was completely satisfied with the entire book (Take note from J.K. Rowling, self).  Maggie Stiefvater is my FAVORITE author, and her third and final book in The Wolves Of Mercy Falls trilogy comes out this summer.  I have high hopes for her, as she always seems to know the right thing to say.  But my question is, am I the only one who hates endings?  Everything has to come to an end at some point, and maybe that's why I have rarely liked a final story;  I DON'T WANT IT TO END *huddles into my corner and cries, clutching my battered copies of Shiver and Linger*.

Thoughts? Comments?