“Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering around the borders of tiny, insignificant towns, facing down mythical monsters? Did this mean every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane or normal at all, or was everything just magic and ghost stories?”
Continuing the Twilight re-read, for reasons that have more to do with nostalgia and sheer bloody-minded stubbornness than anything else, we have New Moon, the second novel in the so-called Twilight saga. To the dismay of teenage girls everywhere (well, all my friends were pretty dismayed when we read it in year 10) New Moon sees Edward and the rest of his vampire family disappearing off into the wide blue yonder. Which leaves us with Bella, who, it turns out, has absolutely no redeeming qualities. She’s amazingly selfish (“As if I cared what my friends thought!”), monumentally stupid (it takes her twenty pages to figure out that Edward’s eventual return is not just motivated by guilt) and, oh, also a bit bonkers, as it happens, hallucinating Edward’s anger whenever she does something stupid. And what does that say about their relationship?
I actually think the backstories of the Cullens and the Volturi are really quite interesting, and it would have been nice to see more of them. The vampire world that Meyer has created is, despite the sparkling-in-the-sun thing, compelling: it’s just a shame that her two main characters are so unlikeable and so wrapped up in each other that we never get to see anyone else.
Oh, and by the way, the midday sun in Italy is never at “the exact center point of the sky”. That only happens at the Equator. Basic geography.