Book Review: Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

About three things I was absolutely positive:
First, Edward was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how dominant that part was--that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

My Rating: 2.5/5
Who Recommend it to Me: No one. 
Who I'd Recommend it To: The more curious of people. 

I picked up this book not expecting much. I'd already tried to read it about five times and each time epically failed. It wasn't until I was 12 that I finally finished the book. After I finished it, I decided something--that I hated the book, that I would never try to read it ever again and that it was the worst piece of literature I'd ever read.

Yes, this is not a Jane Austen-type book. This is not one that will charm readers generation after generation, but it is a book that people obsess over, whether it be to criticize it, or to wish they could marry it. The last time I read the book, I was determined to join those who strongly hated it. And I did, for a year.

About a week and a half ago, I was staring at my bookshelf, wanting something to reread. My eyes skipped over Twilight since it was naturally THERE, not something I cared about or even took a second glance at. But this time I found my fingers tugging at it, and eventually it became loose. I flipped through its pages, and within moments I was sitting on my bed, reading the first page of it again. I decided I'd try it again. Whether the outcome would be good or bad was beyond me. It was an experiment.

I enjoyed the book in the way that you enjoy stuffing your face with chocolate. I didn't sigh when Bella and Edward confessed their love, I rolled my eyes. But nonetheless, I kept reading, and even though this book did not prove worthy of people's obessions, I still can give it an honest 2.5 stars.

A year ago, I thought Bella was an offensive portrayal of females. And she still is, in a way, but in a different way. I respected her more during this book, even though she still disgusts me. I wouldn't go so far to say that she's offensive to females anymore, but I wouldn't say she's the most feminist thing I've ever read about.

Anyway, I encourage you to see the bright side of this book, instead of just seeing it in a black and white way. I didn't like the book. It will not go on my favorite books list anytime soon, or even on my "ok" books list. But people seem to approach this book in a way that makes me frustrated, a way that I did until now. Feel free to hate the book--I do hate it--but just try to look at things in a smart way instead of just hating, hating, hating it or loving, loving, loving it.