Okay, before you all start judging me, let’s get a few things straight: I’m no Twi-Hard.I avoided this book for four or five years, but last week I decided it was unfair to insult this book as much as I do without ever having read it.
So a couple of days ago I borrowed a copy from my friend; most people have one hiding somewhere these days, the frenzy of the obsession having worn down to a vague embarrassment. The one I borrowed had previously been stashed in a closet out of the light of day, lest everyone’s favorite vampire come into contact with sunlight and sparkle us to death.
All right, so you may need to take a seat for this one, because what I’m about to tell you could come as a surprise: I actually didn’t hate it.
Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t obsessed with it. I promise you I won’t start wearing various Twilight shirts every day (Don’t be silly! Everyone knows I only wear Pride and Prejudice shirts!), or arguing about Team Jacob vs. Team Edward. I won’t start wearing brooding expressions and sporting glitter in an effort to look more like Edward.
But I just didn’t see the cause for all the hate. The book seemed pretty average to me. Sure it wasn’t great literature, but what is these days? I don’t think it was supposed to change the world, it’s just young adult fiction, easy entertainment. And it was entertaining, although I don’t think I’ll read the other books, as I hear they get worse.
I think that we as humans just like to hate things. When you’re out with friends, a favorite topic of conversation is hatred of anything we can think of: school, work, bad weather, exercise–anything works! Then, when you’ve exhausted all relevent topics, someone can pull the Justin Beiber card. And instantly the conversation is refreshed as everyone spends the next twenty minute discussing how cliche his songs are and how stupid he looks in that oversized baseball cap (I mean, come on, what were you seriously expecting–he’s like a boy band of one!). Sorry. Got off on a tangent there.
Anyways, I’m not saying that Twilight is good, just perhaps that it doesn’t really deserve the extreme emotions it somehow elicited. I’m not going to give you a synopsis, or a recommendation to read it or stay away. I think we all have heard enough about the book to be able to judge for ourselves whether this is worth our time. But for now, may I suggest that we shift our hatred towards something more rational, like 50 Shades of Gray or Justin’s idiotic looking hat.