A few weeks ago I encountered what I thought to be an interesting observation; I was sitting at Tacone at the District eating lunch and reading some stuff for film class when I noticed something peculiar about the woman sitting next to me. It wasn't her clothing, her demeanor, or what she ordered that caught my attention; but the fact that she was in her late forties and reading a book from the twilight saga.
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Okay, okay. I'm extremely critical of the Twilight series, mainly because I gave up reading after the second book since I thought the writing and material was such filth. I mean, seriously, the books are written for pre-teens and younger teens who are raging with hormonal curiosity on the good looks of Robert Pattinson and the utter perfection of Prince Charming aka Edward Cullen. Honestly, I watched the movie first. I didn't like how it was filmed, despised Kristen Stewart's portrayal of Bella, but the only good thing was that I found Robert Pattinson extremely convincing, and gorgeous, as Edward. I'm also critical of Twilight because I see it as a rip-off of the 'Roswell' series when I was a younger teen. Replace aliens with vampires, and you have almost exactly the same story. Handsome, unhuman teen saves unsuspecting girl from death and therefore forces her into a position where she has to maintain his secret and fall in love with him. It's an epic formula. And rather repetitive.
Which doesn't make me understand why this woman is reading the fourth book in her hands. Is she suffering from teen angst? I sometimes roll my eyes at how cheesy the book was written (which inevitably ended up with me stopping the series), but I guess this just shows how every woman, no matter at what age, yearns for that soul-deep, super-natural romance. Its surprising how it can effect some people, that a book that you might buy for a young girl might also be an option for an older lady. I'm not picking on this woman, its just that she has made me realize that despite years and age, females are not very different from one another. Romances such as the one in Twilight appeal to us all, supposedly. I mean, so many of my friends are or have been addicted to it. For me personally, I just can't stand the writing. I guess we all want our own Edward in some form or another.
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