My first argument: Twilight, although certainly not literature, is addictive reading. Each volume is fairly lengthy, yet the time just flies when you read it. There is something special in Stephenie Meyer’s writing that gets the reader caught up in the story, something different that makes you want to keep turning the pages. In this sense, Meyer surpasses the likes of Charles Dickens: her novels are enjoyable reads, even though the word count is high. I read the whole Twilight series because I just plain liked them. I nearly cried when I had to open A Tale of Two Cities during eighth grade novel study time.
My second argument: Twilight’s men. Stated plainly, they are hot, hot boys. Edward Cullen is an old fashioned romantic. Yes, his behaviour can be taken as creepy, if you really want to criticize, but if a beautiful boy watched me sleep every night…actually, on second thought, that really would be creepy. But other things he does are sweet! He drives his girl to school, saves her life when she acts like a complete dolt, and does what he thinks is best for her, even if it kills him. By all counts, Edward is far sweeter than he is stalker-esque.
However, if Edward isn’t your cup of tea, there’s always the anti-Cullen: Jacob Black, my personal favourite. First, Jacob is funny. Edward’s dry sense of humour is all well and good, but Jacob is the only character to make me laugh out loud with his unique take on things. This humourous perspective is another reason why I find Jacob’s narration to be the highlight of the books, as well as welcome relief from Bella’s grating recitation. Aside from funny, though, he’s also sweet, sincere, super attractive, daring, spontaneous, devoted…and fictional, dagnammit.
My third argument: Twilight is fuel for funny conversations. You can argue with friends for hours about whether or not the books are any good, which boy is better, whether Bella is sweet and endearing, or just plain annoying, and so on. How many hilarious...