I regretfully admit that I, Diederek Staas, just finished the fourth installment in the Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn. I also admit that I've spent the past 2 weeks reading these wretched books. (Yes, New Moon and Eclipse too).So I liked the first one alright, it was entertaining. But unfortunately, once I was about 300 Pages through the 2,515 page melodrama I realized that it was basically just an over dramatic teenage girl's mushy stream of consciousness. But I was sucked in. There was nothing I could do to leave. I will give Stephenie Meyer credit for making her series irresistible. It seemed to be full of adventure, and exciting, but it isn't. It's just a facade to draw the reader in with some amount of suspense. Altogether, the books are just a boring discussion of "What should we do next?". All this planning and barely any action. Especially in the last book- THERE WAS NO FINAL BATTLE.
WTF??! Now, I am no war mongrel by any means. I hate violence in any way shape or form. I am one of the most passive, gentle people you can ever meet. But that's in real life. In fiction, death isn't real enough for me to acknowledge it as the terrible thing that it is in real life. So when the bad guys in a book don't get what they had coming whether through karma or revenge just kind of pisses me off. How are we supposed to be left with that content feeling that a book is finished unless good conquers evil? Nothing is resolved at the end of Breaking Dawn, and we're just left to this ridiculous, corny, happily ever after with the wrong couples paired off.
Yes, I am on Team Jacob. Bella and Edward have a physical infatuation that I can hardly call love. It's mushy, sickening, and ridiculous. I feel bad for Jacob for being forced into a physical infatuation too. I almost would be happier if he were never paired off, and his true love for Bella lived forever, even though he was in pain for his loss. Because they had true love. And it's so annoying. It's just. All. So. Annoying.
Can I just take a moment to give the author some amount of props on her music taste? Really, any book inspired by the Arcade Fire, Radiohead, Muse, The Flaming Lips, and some other crappy bands that I don't care too much about is alright. Though I think that was her immature way of relating to her fans, and making her music taste seem a little superior to theirs. I've known kids who would do anything to publicize the fact that they listen to cool music, just to get respect from their peers. Well it worked, you silly girl.
I'm gonna get really pissed off if I don't read anything with substance soon...so back to 19th century England. I'll explain when I return.
