Well, I finished Twilight last night and loved it. More for the story than the writing, although sometimes Meyer surprised me with her turn of phrase. But mostly I’m a sucker — no vampire pun intended — for intense, irresistible love.

That said, I surprisingly feel no urge to rush into the rest of the series. For me, the hold was the romantic tension between Bella and Edward, and all the squishy nostalgic feelings their relationship stirred inside me. (I’m very stable and happy with Andy, so it was a lot of fun to relive that drama vicariously.) But Twilight ends with them happily together, whereas the rest of the books seem to unnecessarily complicate that — I know because I’m horrible and read the Wikipedia summaries! — so I think I’ll wait. Besides, the iPod app (Stanza) is doing some funny formatting things to the eBooks I downloaded (i.e., not breaking the lines in the right places) and I think I’d enjoy a properly formatted book more.

By coincidence, John August recently linked to an interesting and humorous op-ed about Twilight called “What Girls Want” (by Caitlin Flanagan, Atlantic Monthly, Dec 2008). These were my fave parts:

The salient fact of an adolescent girl’s existence is her need for a secret emotional life — one that she slips into during her sulks and silences, during her endless hours alone in her room, or even just when she’s gazing out the classroom window… This means that she is a creature designed for reading in a way no boy or man, or even grown woman, could ever be so exactly designed, because she is a creature whose most elemental psychological needs — to be undisturbed while she works out the big questions of her life, to be hidden from view while still in plain sight, to enter profoundly into the emotional lives of others — are met precisely by the act of reading.

Reading the book, I sometimes experienced what I imagine long-married men must feel when they get an unexpected glimpse at pornography: slingshot back to a world of sensation…

EXACTLY!

Because it takes three and a half very long books before Edward and Bella get it on — during a vampiric frenzy in which she gets beaten to a pulp, and discovers her Total Woman — and because Edward has had so many decades to work on his moves, the books constitute a thousand-page treatise on the art of foreplay.

Teehee.

Anyway, now it’s back to the real world. The real world in which I need to start a story or a novel soon. Like, yesterday soon. Like, omigosh I’m already 23 and not a literary superstar soon!

Sigh…

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