Among the student body, people are usually of one mind or the other when it comes to Stephenie Meyer’s absurdly popular series, Twilight. A good portion of you wouldn’t touch the books or the movies with a ten-foot pole, while the rest of you are die-hard fans willing to argue until your face is purple that it’s worth more than people give it credit for.
There are many reasons to avoid the Edward-Bella-Jacob love triangle, for those of you still on the fence about the subject. Whether you’re talking about the books or the movies, all the characters are frustratingly one-dimensional, with little to no character growth after hours and hours of teen angst. When you start a series off with a seventeen-year-old girl who becomes obsessed with a hot guy she meets at school, you want to see some development after the first couple books. Readers looking for such a high-order will be sorely disappointed once they reach the end of the final installment.
The writing of the series also leaves much to be desired. Granted, it gets slightly better as the series goes on (after all, practice makes perfect, and what better way to practice than by getting published to a fan-base in the tens of millions). The language is simple, but not in the way Hemingway draws you in with a short phrase or observation. More like in a way that says, “I’m going to describe the same things over and over again using the same wording.”
Finally, the story is one that has been beaten more or less to death, and Stephenie Meyer makes little to no effort to add originality to her tale. Vampires vs. werewolves is something we’ve seen done in almost every way possible, and this series adds just about no cultural value to the ongoing debate.
However, despite its shortcomings, Twilight has become ingrained in our culture, seeping into the minds of millions of teenage girls. And the resounding question that we must ask ourselves is, “Why?” There are even those that despise the series yet find themselves drawn to it again and again. While psychologists and literal critics alike may nit-pick over the reasons for the next several centuries, I think there is one simple answer: We’ve all been there. We’ve all been in love with a guy to the point where it was unhealthy. We’ve all given in to whims that were not in our best interest. We’ve all wanted to get the boy and find out that he shared the same obsessive nature towards us that we did towards him.
To a degree, it is somehow satisfying to witness a flat, poorly written character like Bella Swan act out these ridiculous stories for no other reason than we’ve secretly wanted to ourselves since we were tweenagers. So no matter how aware we are that Twlight has nothing to offer, we will continue to pay tribute to Stephenie Meyer’s ever-growing bank account because there’s a little bit of the story in all of us, although few are probably willing to admit it.