Then I read the back cover
About three things I was absolute positive.
First, Edward was a vampire
Second, there was a part of him- and I don’t know how dominant that part might be- that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Ok up til now it doesn’t sound that bad. A bit ridiculous, but if I can read Miranda Keyes ‘The other side of the Story’ out of sheer boredom I can manage this as well. Plus maybe it’s the Buffy-Spike thing, and I loved that…Spike mostly, what with the accent and the coat and the attitude and wit and the accent and the coat *lost in wispy daydream, but wakes up abruptly*… Khaer I could share him with Buffy, after all she totally kicked ass and deserved an equal in every sense of the word, be it Angel or Spike though Spike is still the better vampire (He’d killed 2 slayers! How many did Angel kill huh?) yada yada
Then I read on:
With his porcelain skin, golden eyes, mesmerizing voice and supernatural gifts, Edward is both irresistible and impenetrable.
My sister tells me he’s inhumanly gorgeous. Every 4th line of the book stresses how beautiful he is. His eyes turn from jet black to gold, he has super strength, super speed, a freaky (her word, not mine) sense of humor which it seems is spent making catty comments about her to her [tip for you aspiring Romeos out there: girls adore intelligent jerks. You want her? Be one (some of you might not even have to try). Call it masochism, or stupidity- whatever.] Edward can read faces- but not Bella’s and he is forever asking her what she is thinking and how she’s feeling and whether she’s comfortable on top of that tree.
Oh, he saves her life too.
This Prince Charming-ish vampire unconditionally loves this clumsy, average looking, nerdy girl and it seems he’s not the only one. She has a gaggle of admirers and I really can’t see why…Bella is irritating. She’s no Buffy at least.
Please don’t tell me he can see her soul deep inside. He’s a frick’n vampire- she could be Jesus in female form and he shouldn’t care.
I can’t stop my sister from reading or watching anything. She’s 15, and 15 year olds deserve the Chase Crawford with the soul of John Mayer dreams. They need the belief that some really amazing person is out there for them because Heaven knows, those hormonal imbalances don’t make life easy. Romance is their drug. So what if it produces hallucinations along with the euphoria?
But it’s harsh when the dreams end. When you realize the geeky girls are still the brunt of jokes, and beautiful people rarely have the time to glance into people’s souls- they’re too busy glancing in glass windows at their own reflection.
It’s harsher when you find out love is never unconditional. It’s like the Pizza Hut deals…get a regular pizza FREE and the ‘free’ has an asterisk. Taxes apply. You’ll want things, He’ll want things. You’ll get clingy and he’ll get defensive. He’ll give you presents and time and will wonder how much of yourself you can give him in return…No, it’s rarely unconditional.
But harshest is when you also realize how necessary it is to find an equal. And how many people you hurt along the way because they are either too good for you, or I don’t know, not good enough? See how cruel that sounds?
You don’t tell that to a 15 year old. You let her dream about Edwards and Spikes.