After reading Stephenie Meyer's book "Twilight", I can say with confidence - dear Stephanie never ate the earth. In principle, as well as did not do many other things. For example, she never broke her limbs, and, just like that, she never broke her head into blood. But, let's not find fault with various nonsense and fables, but let's stop on the ground. In one of the dialogues of the main character Bella with her beloved Edward, she throws that she has tried the earth - nothing special. With the confidence of a person who has tried the earth, and also for some time used a homeopathic remedy on, to some extent, an earthen basis - I will say, try to eat even a teaspoon of earth and you will not forget it. If you are strong enough, you will be able to resist the urge of the body to turn the stomach inside out. You can say that I am picking on words - but the whole narrative of the novel "Twilight" consists of such small nonsense. Stephenie Meyer will answer this - that Bella is an unusual girl, and everything that happens to her is unusual.
Stephenie Meyer is the author of the bestselling Twilight series, The Host, and The Chemist. Twilight was one of 2005's most talked about novels and within weeks of its release the book debuted at #5 on The New York Times bestseller list. Among its many accolades, Twilight was named an "ALA Top Ten Books for Young Adults," an Amazon.com "Best Book of the Decade So Far," and a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year.
Twilight is a fairy tale, and therefore, the demand for it is small. And from what does this follow? In my one-sided opinion, from a fairy tale - the demand, perhaps, is great. I am very surprised by the reviews of numerous readers of the book, they say that I have such a whole fifa and philology behind me and I read Sartre and Schopenhauer, and I understand that these Twilight are garbage - but I can’t tear myself away. Yes, "Twilight" is badly written, full of clichés and platitudes. And point. You can safely throw this book on the first and last page. There is no incentive to read further. I finished reading it out of some act of masochism, although it was tempting to stop reading at the last chapters. But I, like probably the craziest little fish, diligently swam from page to page. I opened my mouth, hoping when that mysterious hook that hooks numerous readers will pierce my lip as well. It didn't work out. No catharsis. No impression.
On the other hand, I understood why I like this book. And, first of all, to the readers. No matter how many criticisms Ms. Mayer's writings caused, and she managed to describe chaotically, crumpled and vulgar - but, indeed, a strong feeling of first love. Such that the sky is in diamonds, and it is impossible to live without your chosen one. When you physically feel in your heart both pain and supreme happiness. The chemistry of this process is both simple and incredibly complex at the same time. And those who were lucky enough to experience such an experience, or those who dreamed about it, fell for the bait. Moreover, the bait in the book is not enough. For example, the main character is the vampire Edward. Well, Edward is a real princess, the kind that doesn't fart. In short, the perfect man. Although, at least kill me, I can’t imagine a charming man with black circles under his eyes (Stephanie repeatedly mentions this) and kisses whose lips are ALWAYS cold (this nonsense is repeated by the author almost to the last line).
Although, to be honest, I envy Edward. And what - the dude is stuck in the best time - wonderful school years - when all the girls around are beautiful in proportion to the square of the strength of the awakening libido. Well, 90 years of experience helps him seduce them. On the stage of Edward's confession that they say he wants to love, and physically cannot - I silently applauded the handsome man. Let it be a classic technique, which is amazingly described in "Some Like It Hot or Only Girls in Jazz", when the main character seduces Marilyn Monroe - it is always pleasant to watch. And at the same time, I sympathize with Edward. Getting stuck in the age of stupidity is also not easy, which Edward proves with some of his actions. Although, a man is always young! And 90-year-old Edward - perhaps fell into insanity.
Another attraction of the book - the main character Bella, who seems to be described in detail only at the beginning, page by page - becomes more and more faded. And putting yourself in her place is not difficult at all. Bella, like Chichikov, is a portrait without any distinguishing features. The ideal persona to identify the reader (reader). But her moral qualities are admirable and, of course, I would like to adopt them for myself. Bella is the smartest of all, in her snotty years she conducts internal dialogues at the level of a smoky Balzac aunt. Which, however, does not prevent her from becoming an absolute moral nonentity at the end of the book. Hmm, the author's sexist position towards his heroine is interesting.
The only thing that strikes Mayer's novel is that when you open the book, several tons of pink sequins do not fall on you, and new shoes do not get dirty with abundant pink snot.
This article was sponsored by Charles Wegmann
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