Are you busy? Can we talk about Twilight for a second?
But before we talk about Bella, which is what I really want to talk about…Let’s talk about how I almost never read this book. Almost never even heard about it.
What? Was I living under a rock?—Well, close enough. I was living in a tent…well, actually, as summer came to an end, I was upgraded to a cabin with walls. You have no idea how excited I was to have a door!!! Not that I didn’t LOVE living in a tent, because I TOTALLY did…Besides, when I say I was excited about having walls and a door, that was pretty much the extent of my extravagance; you may not believe it, but my cabin was actually smaller than my tent.
And, on top of all my plush accommodations, I was living 20 miles outside of nowhere—in every direction. Not only did my cell-phone not work, but the phone company actually removed our pay phone.
I’m not complaining—this was BY FAR, the most AWESOME AMAZING job I’ve ever had; I’m just trying to convey to you that I’m not kidding or exaggerating when I tell you I was living in a void of civilization.
But somehow, one of my friends had a copy of Twilight. In the middle of nowhere. I was kind of iffy at the time…not sure if I should read it or not. I had cut myself off from YA when I went off to college, but up until then, I would read anything I could get my hands on. I mean, I had already caved and become a complete Harry Potter addict, but if I read this book, would it mean a complete devolution of my reading habits?
Yes, as it turns out. I have completely regressed, and now choose to blatantly read anything I feel like, whether it looks mature or not, simply because I enjoy it.
And I loved Twilight—It totally reminded me of the L.J. Smith books, and the Cate Tiernan books I used to crave before I swore off YA. And the only reason I stopped reading them, is because they stopped writing!!! (And I’m SO glad they’ve started writing again!!!!)
But there still seems to be a stigma on YA, or Twilight, or Harry Potter, or just whatever happens to be popular at the moment. People seem to be threatened by these books—I mean, what’s the big deal? If you don’t like it, don’t read it. That’s all I’m saying.
Now. On to Bella. I keep hearing people say she’s wimpy. She has to be saved all the time. And while I understand this perfectly, because, yes, most of us would be able to fight off super-powerful vampires on our own…Here’s my theory:
From the first time I read Twilight, I believed, unlike Edward (and pretty much every other character), that Bella was SUPPOSED to die.
All her life, Bella is known for her klutziness. She’s not good at being human. Bella is several fatal accidents waiting to happen.
And what’s your first clue? Yeah, she moves to a town with vampires. Which actually isn’t a problem for ANYONE else in town—Because they’re vegetarian vampires, who don’t attack humans…except in Bella’s case. Until Bella came along, no one was getting hunted or eaten, the Cullens were happy being sullen, alone, and aloof. She walks into town, and suddenly Edward’s diet is about to disintegrate into binge mode.
Then there’s the car spinning out of control in the icy parking lot, and the fact that her other best friend is a werewolf. Getting a paper-cut and bleeding right in front of bloodthirsty vampires? Death defying motor-cycle rides and cliff jumps. Walking into a DEN of the most powerful vampires on earth? Being hunted by an army of newborn vampires, and a crazy-stalker vampire? Trying to not have your vampire boyfriend kill you while the two of you are making out? These are all things that would kill most people.
And frankly, I think they should have…because as we find out in Breaking Dawn, Bella is A LOT happier dead. And she totally rocks the dead thing—Who’s a better newborn vampire than her??? Um. No one??? She’s a natural. All this time, she totally sucked at living and was literally asking to die, and it turns out that everyone’s efforts to save her have been in vain.
So that’s my response to everybody who is criticizing Bella for being too much of damsel in distress—She never needed saving; she needed killing. But that’s just my opinion.