We’re not getting bombarded with snow down here in Tennessee like those of you further north, but the last several days have been pretty grim, and the nasty overcast skies have made me want to curl up with a bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich and read something that I know will break through the clouds and defeat the BLAH. And if I’ve got an enormous orange FLOOF of a cat sleeping pressed against my side, all the better.
Which is exactly what I’ve doing. *whispers* I’m not great at impulse control.
PLUS Goodreads finally rolled out their Top Secret project I was forbidden to speak of after leaving their office last October: REREADING. *throws confetti in the air*
You might say a reread of Stephenie Meyer’s TWILIGHT was inevitable.
B/c I love it. LOVE it. L O V E it. #sorrynotsorry.
B/c it makes me FEEL something and has a happy ending.
Is it Shakespeare? No. Hell, it’s not even HARRY POTTER or THE HUNGER GAMES as the most frequent comparisons so often point out, but it doesn’t need to be, and in the dreary weather I’m currently languishing under, I don’t want it to be.
Re(rererere)reading once again, I’m paying attention to all the anti-feminist ideals the series allegedly propagates, and I’ll admit, in a certain light, I can understand the outrage.
1. It’s friggin’ YA urban fantasy. It’s pure empty-headed entertainment, so IM-humble-O expecting it to be more than that is kind of silly.
2. While I’ve never had a codependent relationship with an eternally teenaged vampire, I have been incapacitated in the aftermath of a bad breakup, so I’m not personally offended by the way Bella’s world revolves around a boy. Especially b/c Edward’s world also revolves around her.
And when everything is BLAH, it takes something dramatic to pull me out of the funk.
TWILIGHT does this exceedingly well.
I feel Bella’s bewilderment at the surplus of attention being the new girl in a small town grants her, I feel her paranoia that she’s responsible for Edward’s prolonged absence after his bizarre initial reaction to her presence at his lab table. I feel her belief that Edward is woefully out of her league, and her determination to ride out his fascination while it lasts.
In NEW MOON I feel her despair in his absence, LAWD, how I feel it.
And say what you want about about Meyer, but that takes talent.
I’m only halfway through the series, but the sky already seems a little brighter.
What about you? What are your comfort reads? Under what circumstances do you fall back on them?