Every once in a while a book comes along that so grasps the imagination of a generation that it creates almost its own subculture. Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight does this – I swear. Just go to one of her book signings — or try to. It has an almost cultish feel to it.
And now, there’s a movie. (link has spoilers)
The thing about the book is: I love the book. I hate the book.
I’ve seen very few books (or movies) that now how to contiunially pull you in emotionally and then up the ante again. On the flip side of that, but the end of book 3 (which I still loved and hated) I was beginning to feel like my emotions were purposefully being played – that every move was specificly made just to make me ache a little more.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved feeling that ache, the angst. Book two made me physically hurt. I’m not exaggerating. It triggered something from calling off my almost married relationship in college – all the sorrow and lost hope rushed back through me and I relived it with the characters.
If you another artist who can play you like that — especially in the last couple years — and you don’t realize it while it’s happening, let me know. Ms. Meyer shows a genius of know how and when to hit just the right cord to resonate not with her or me or you or your friend, but with just about everyone who reads her books.
The love story builds slowly and intensely and (for once) someone wrote a book where teens AREN’T haveing sex for a real and believable reason. The characters are memorable and (I think) we can all find something to relate to in each of them.
So let me know, what did you think? Did you get sucked in as far as I did?

Lauren Barnholdt’s 

