On the Twilight series
The Good Girl Always Goes for the Bad Boy
The Twilight series has been on my should-read list for some time. I was drawn to Twilight in the bookstore shortly after it came out. The striking crimson-on-black cover art–pale hands held out in offering, tempting readers with an Edenic apple–bore no resemblance to the glittery pink books surrounding it on the shelves.
Then I read the plot synopsis:
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 might be–that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Yikes. As the author of books for teens, it’s my job to familiarize myself with the most popular and best-reviewed books for young adults. But I had no interest in reading a gothic love story about teenage vampires. Generally speaking, I like my teen entertainment to be based on reality. I’ve always been skeptical of books set in fantastic realms because the reader is at the mercy of the author’s whimsy. In a world where anything can happen, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. Thus, the author can always cheat her way out of any tricky narrative situation by making ANYTHING HAPPEN, even if it doesn’t make much sense or comes out of nowhere. (Note: This is always possible, of course, even in novels set in so-called real life. I’m not saying this was a good excuse for not reading fantasy novels, but it was my excuse.)
I need to see myself or others …