Poor Edward.

I've always been an avid reader, so when it was recommended to me by several people that I read the Twilight series, I was game. Besides, my students clearly cannot read last night's homework, but they can miraculously find the time to read about vampires, so I had to see what the hype was all about. And I read. Four books. One week. I cried. A LOT. And from previous posts, you know that I asked my fiance to bite my neck (to which his reply was something along the lines of "Go back to sleep. You're nuts."). So yes, I was sold. Hooked. In love.

Now, was I in love with the quality of writing? Absolutely not. It's fine. Harry Potter surpasses them stylistically by leaps and bounds. BUT - I was in love with the characters, the ideas. I felt Bella's pain, and I cheered whenever Edward saved her. And in my mind, Edward was everything a man/vampire should be. I also began wondering about the mere existence of vampires and yes, I will admit that the thought crossed my mind - I wondered if it would really be so bad to be damned to immortality like the Cullen family.

I hadn't started reading the books until after the movie premiered, so I have to admit that as much as I hate her, I already had Kristen Stewart in my head as Bella as I read the books. And I tried REALLY hard NOT to look at/read about Robert Pattinson because I wanted to conceptualize Edward for myself. I did, and I have to admit that physically, he exudes Edward. He's perfect. BUT - the EYES. I couldn't help but laugh throughout the entire movie as Edward's expressions were exaggerated, one after the other. He wasn't hot at all! He was awkward. He was crazy. He was the kid in my school that keeps dead birds in his locker. Yes, to me, Edward was a mental patient. And when he spoke - well, I could barely hear him. He mumbled. He wasn't the confident, vampire-slaying Edward that saves the day, time and again. And so, I was left disappointed.

It's true what they say - the movie is never as good as the book. Except Harry Potter. Ugh.