After having finished reading Eclipse, the third book in the much-hyped over Twilight saga, I am going to contradict myself. I am no longer a fan of Edward Cullen. My affection is dedicated to Jacob Black, the teenage werewolf who is not afraid to love Bella, even when he knows she is more in love with someone else.
I think in fact that if Edward Cullen were to be matched up against the more sinewy, passionate, and level-headed Jacob Black, this lullaby lovin’ vampire will fade into the background like a pale-skinned fairy. And after reading three novels worth of Edward and Bella’s interminable declarations of immortal love to one another, I am finally feeling constipated. Twilight is excusable, seeing that this book is where the budding romance of two star-crossed lovers are first chronicled for the entire saga. But when this mawkishness is still palpable in the succeeding books, what you get is an overrated sentimentality that is more trite than touching.
I’m still a giggly high school girl at heart, but there is simply nothing real about a couple who are perpetually holding hands and whispering schmaltzy sweet-nothings to one another, ALL THE TIME.
With Chris Weitz at the directorial helm for New Moon- the book in the saga where Jacob Black and the rest of the werewolves first make an appearance, and steal the bigger scene from the nauseous Bella-Edward affair- I can hardly wait for the movie next year. Please, Mr. Weitz, you ought to do better than Hardwicke, just this one time.
