Aug 09, 2008 08:56
Tina was here, she lent me Twilight. The day before I had bought the new Pendragon, the second Sellswords novel, and Watchmen. I had already begun Watchmen, and I wanted to finish it before starting on Twilight. It was shockingly good, leaving me with a tingling sensation and a hunger to read it again. Watchmen is the only graphic novel to have won a Hugo award. Yesterday I started on Tina's Twilight.
I hardly know what to say. I devoured half the book in one night. While this might be because the type is huge and the spaces between lines is generous, half a book in half a day is still something I reserve for when I'm fascinated by a novel. I can't say I'm fascinated by Twilight. I can't deny it either.
It's not that the author isn't well versed. She does her job well. However I simply can't suspend my disbelief so much as to completely accept what the book tells me. I can accept vampires, mind-reading, werewolves, and exceptions to the rules in all three areas. I can't accept the fanfare with which the protagonists fall in love. Every third page I sat up from by bed and shouted 'BULLSHIT!' It simply doesn't work like that! Even as I shake my head at the authors grandiose diction, I also wonder why I'm still reading. Ten chapters into the book I can't say that I'm hooked, but still. Maybe if I could read minds and kill with a touch.. hmm...