Thursday 3 February 2011

Bloodsuckers and dogs.

Just finished third book of the famous Twilight tetralogy.

Spoilers ahead. And a heavy dose of disgruntle.

The story is not bad, could be an interesting take on the old theme, but...

Main character - a whiny, weak, needy teenager, constantly grumpy with people and with serious social issues thanks to her whiny, weak, needy mother - gets in trouble faster than an rpg character with drastically lowered 'luck' stat and requires to be rescued over and over again, which results in many soppy scenes of fear (unnecessary as the object of her so called love is quickly defined as indestructible)/tearful love declarations/cuddles.Yaaurgh (sound of a prolonged yawn combined with teeth grinding). So called love is dubious at best, as in the very first book it is explained that vampires secret some sort of pheromones to make hunting prey easier so it can all be interpreted as a bit of fun with a drugged girl for the bored vampire. And, why consciously choose a cold, hard, corpse like thing (issues again of more seriously deviant nature..?) over a hot (literally), muscly guy that can also turn into a pony sized wolf that you can ride? So, funnily enough, main character kills the book, just like the actress playing main character killed the movies :D.

And the urge to have sex with something that has no blood circulation..? Well, good luck with that...


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