Underwhelmed

Call it an exercise in cultural literacy. Call it submitting to peer pressure. Call it a desperate cry for help.

I did it. I read Twilight.

Yeah, I really did. And, ahem, I read New Moon, too. Almost everyone I know has read them. And loved them. Gushed about them. Even brainy women whom I respect. The bookstore clerk told me that the demand is so high they regularly run out of copies.

I don't know if I will read the third and forth books in the saga. I am clearly missing something.

I have turned into a stodgy ole fuddy duddy overnight or my romance-o-meter is out of whack. That, or everyone else is crazy.

A seventeen year old girl falls in love with a vampire who only looks seventeen. They have intense feelings for one another (isn't everything intense at 17?) but their relationship is not exactly stable due the fact that one of them wants to kill the other. In the second book, they break up (and no I am not apologizing for "spoiling" the plot. One of them is a teenager, the other a vampire, how unexpected could it be?) and there is a lot of depressed wallowing.

When they get back together, she asks him to turn her into a vampire in order to resolve the difficulties their differences create. He doesn't want to, but finally promises to do it at some unnamed time after she graduates from high school.

This is what passes for romance these days?? A teenage girl who wants to end her life and become a monster...for a guy?? Are you kidding me, America?