In Which Everything SPARKLES
Oh how I would love to have revealed this to the world, but clearly a million other media outlets have ruined the surprise.
Edward steps into the light and he... well, sparkles. That's the first adjective that SM pulls out to describe it. He's also "covered in diamonds", he's "incandescent", which is actually an entirely
different sort of luminescent quality, but mostly he sparkles. He's also shirtless, per usual, so there's quite a lot of text lovingly describing his muscles and chest (drink up). It's pages of stonework and glitter. Of course two teenagers alone miles from anyone would normally be the setting for a different kind of story.
Honestly, is this really some kind of fantasy for girls? I'm already having a tough time getting over the endless
literal references to Edward being stonework and statuary. But sparkles? Has the diamond industry so brainwashed young ladies to the point where they now fantasize about a living diamond as a boyfriend? What on earth would he get her if he proposes? And honestly, it's just so
pathetic. THIS is the great shocking truth about wahmpires and sunlight? They light up like Liberace's capes? They look like Chippendale dancers who got overenthusiastic with the body glitter?
This is the fantasy?!? Normally, romance novels are keen to go on about our human fascination with physical contact: the warmth of flesh, the supple or giving sensations of pressing against someone, how skin feels when it's slick with sweat. Edward can never have any of those qualities and it baffles me how that's romantic or erotic or exciting in the least.
Now that Edward has revealed (literally, remember he's shirtless) his dark/bright secret, we get quite a long episode of the two simulating sex. On the one hand, there's some really good work done to make Edward seem interesting early on. He sings to himself out of
Bella's audible range because he's (I assume) nervous. That's a fantastic little touch of humanity and inhumanity. They lay down and Bella gently explores his hands and arms. It's sensual and very well described, minus the idiotic references to stone and sparkles.
So herein lies the big problem. It's normal stuff for seventeen year olds to be doing... sort of, and the vampire ("V") stuff is applied lightly and effectively. The WAHmpire stuff is, however, ridiculous. Ignoring the sparkles and the stonework, Edward is unable to control himself around Bella, he even goes nuts at one point and starts smashing things (good thing they didn't just hang out at the house) and it's just angst piled on top of melodrama piled on top of fake sexual tension. Why is this his outlet? Will this be a theme? Why isn't Bella shaken by this? Why would you do this way out in the middle of nowhere? We don't know.
And the false sexual tension is the real root of all this, isn't it? I gave credit to critics for coming up with the "safe, sex-free romance" concept for this book and having read it I have to withdraw all that credit. Not because they're wrong, but because it's
SO Unbelievably OBVIOUS. I can't give credit to Roger Ebert telling me the main actor's gender in a movie, it's blindingly obvious. At this point, SM couldn't ladle the sexual tension on any thicker or have the clear "no touchy" rule any more in effect. All the normal sexual tension is handed off and locked behind Edward's blood lust. He can't have sex with her because he'd go crazy and kill her. So he's both SAFE (in a sexual way) and DANGEROUS (in a bestial way). The question now becomes: how long does this fake tension get dragged out for? 2 chapters? 10 chapters? The next 2 books? Up to the point where Edward makes Bella a wahmpire?
Wait. Wait, wait wait. Oh wow. I'll take it all back. EVERY WORD if Edward goes bazonkers on Bella while they're actually having sex, then has to make her into a wahmpire to save her in the afterglow. I'll even stop calling them wahmpires. By Roget and Webster's toes, I swear this. By every vowel in Shakespeare I swear this. I will wear a Twilight T-shirt to my next family outing and even to WORK if that happens.
- eyes = bugtterscotch
- eyes = brighter
- eyes = warmer
- angel face
These may not all be shot-worthy since they're not emotes, but it does speak to a pattern. Best line in the chapter from Edward
"I don't scare you"
Not so much at this moment, Mr. Discoball.
So it's pages and pages of this: they caress. They talk about fear (without any idea what it means) and love (also without any idea) and finally Edward tries to demonstrate how dangerous he is. Bella is slightly put off, but recovers quickly. Then it's side B of their life: codependent discussions of how terrible they feel when they're not together. Edward even brings up heroin, which I honestly thought was downright
daring for SM to admit, even in jest by a character.
Edward retells the first few chapters (which I now refer to as "the good old days") and why he did the things he did around Bella. There's some magical connection that Wahmpires feel only once in a
[insert long length of time] and it's special-special. I think it's lazy writing and they could just be really hot for each other, but I'm living on another planet in a universe called reality.
Gods they're drawing this out.
So Edward bailed to Alaska to escape Bella's super-hot goth babe magnetism. On a side tangent the receptionist at school is named Ms. Cope. Seriously? Cope? In a conversation about co-dependence and references to them being junkies for each other? Insert sad chuckle here. Edward follows up this smart plan (avoid killing new girl and getting found out by townfolk) by returning to see if he can stand up to her magical, author-imbued irresistibly and they have nice conversations in Bio and he's all hot for her. They discuss, at enormous length, how unfair and strange and hopeless it all is. On and on and on. For every statement that rings true, that holds depth, that doesn't come off as hokey or impossible or nonsense there are three times as many that do. It's a rollercoaster of nonsense about how much they want to just have some kind of normal relationship/life.
But no sex, cuz he'd totally kill her.
I'm just going to put in two cents about "love" here. Edward and Bella have known each other for about a month, minus the escape to Alaska. They're unnaturally attracted to each other, have some strange infatuation and share some weird addictive need to be in each others' presence. This isn't "love". I don't know that there is a word for this. Maybe pheromone-intoxication addiction or something. Aside from the touching and some part of their conversation, there's almost nothing that spells out a real relationship arc or the trust and shared interests and goals that form a basis for love. It's one part teenage crush mixed with a ton of wahmpire nonsense mixed with the author insisting it's true love at first sight without once telling us why. As with the plot issues and self-preservation, I'm going to let it drop until it becomes unbearable, but right now it's just horrid.
Bella and Edward move on to a sadomasochistic game of chicken involving each doing things to push Edward beyond the point of self control. Again, by themselves in the woods where no-one will ever find them. It's supposed to be romantic, but it reads like teenagers racing cars toward the cliff to see who jumps out last. They might as well be playing with knives or waving their hands over a flame or taunting a lion with a sirloin. A pattern emerges: the sexual tension starts to bubble, the emergency-vent of Edward's blood lust kicks in and everybody feels teased or coos at the melodrama. Eventually she exposes her neck to him and leans on his chest and they have to stop because the next logical thing to do would be for Bella to cut open an artery and shove it directly into Edward's mouth.
All that sexual teasing done with, Edward flies her back to the truck. Yeah, flies. It's described as some sort of fast-walking, tree jumping Tarzan act, but it's effectively flying. When they get there he leans in and kisses her.It's actually rather sweet until
"Blood boiled under my skin, burned in my skin"
Holy crap! Second degree burns on the lips if they kiss! That's.. No, she's fine, it's just hyperbole. Or
something. Edward, of course, locks down. Actually, Bella seems to be going into diabetic shock after the kiss. Seriously, this isn't normal no matter how hot he is or where he kisses you, those symptoms aren't good. Maybe if they'd brought cheese. Edward insists on driving home and kisses her on the neck to show how easily he could snuff out her life, so Bella agrees.
No, it's not written that way. But it works better if you read it that way.
SumUp F
There are some very tender moments between B&E.
There's some nice descriptions during the hike.
There's decent dialogue when they aren't whining and whinging and moping.
And this doesn't get an F for the sparkles. Although that didn't help.
Or the stone-stuff. Or the eyes. Which I didn't list all of.
Or the fact that nobody actually -confesses- anything, unless SM is talking about Edward's retelling of the first few chapters.
No, it's everything else. The moronic plan to go hiking in the woods alone. The endless pity party. The sexual tease, lock down, sexual tease, lock down game. The "lets make Edward kill Bella" game. A definition for love lifted from a guide to setting up addict interventions. All of this is presented as some kind of perfect, eternal and star-crossed love affair between Bella and Edward and it fails, utterly and completely.
But oh god, the sparkles...