Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer, followed 16-year-old Isabella (Bella) Swan when she moves away from always sunny Phoenix and to the constantly rainy Forks. After deciding to move in with her dad so her mom can be with her Minor League playing step-dad, Bella knows instantly she won’t be happy in Forks.
The constantly klutzy Bella sees Forks for what it is: a place that’s too green and a death trap for her.
Ultimately, even though she spends too much time in her own head, Bella is quickly accepted into the inner circle at Forks High School. She is quickly the middle of attention for any and all of her guy friends, who all ask her to the Sadie Hawkins dance, but refuses to go because she cannot dance.
In true girl fashion, instead of liking one of the many boys throwing themselves at her, she promptly falls for the boy who wants nothing to do with her.
It’s quite clear from the beginning that Mr. Cullen has some interesting skeletons in his closet, that could date back as far as 1901. He obviously wants nothing to do with Bella, even though she would want nothing more than to crawl into the closet with his skeletons and watch him from there.
After sending Bella a number of mixed signals, including saving her live more than once, Edward finally decides to let Bella get close to him. They confess their love for each other a number of times, and Edward even tells Bella his biggest skeleton: he’s a vampire. (Though, if you’ve been paying attention it isn’t a huge shock.)
As Bella learns about Edward’s world and all that is included, we quickly find out that this girl is so hopelessly in love with him that she’s willing to become like him to be with him. Forever.
When I first read this book, including the next three books, I was in high school. I only read the book because a friend told me I reminded her of Bella, so I decided to give it a chance. Going into the series, I had no idea just how big the following was. Good and bad.
Since it’s release in 2005, Twilight has had three books and five movies released, along with an overwhelming amount of merchandise to keep the millions of Twihards happy.
Though, even when I was first reading it for the first time, I was surprised by the amount of love and hate toward the series. Rereading it made me realize how funny Edward and Bella are together, and that I did enjoy reading it. But, it isn’t as amazing or as bad as people have called it.
Is it a amazing piece of literature people should read for as long as we have been reading Shakespeare? No. Is it garbage that should have never been published? No.
It’s a nice, romantic story that took a different view on vampires that people either loved or hated.