The first time I heard about Twilight
was when I staffed Characters: Book/Movie at TheFanlistings.org. I used to get a lot of applications for characters from the books, even before it really became a pop culture sensation. By the time it hit the mainstream I was already sick of hearing about it. That's why I never read the books.
Until now.Meaghan's Account of Reading the First Chapter of Twilight
The overwhelming impressions I'm left with from this chapter are that Bella Swan is really, really annoying (and clumsy) and Edward Cullen is really, really good looking. That's it really.
I'm thinking Stephenie Meyer may have read Pride and Prejudice
a few times, or maybe seen one of the movies. Edward is slightly reminiscent of Mr. Darcy when he looks at Bella all full of contempt and hatred. The major difference is that Bella is worthy of contempt while Elizabeth Bennet was awesome.
A few choice quotations from chapter one:
I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.
How terrible to be so misunderstood. I'm sure her situation is totally unique; no one else can possibly imagine how she feels. Oh except anyone else who ever lived.
It was not obvious that it was a school; only the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop. It looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-colored bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs I couldn't see its size at first. Where was the feel of the institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where were the chain-link fences, the metal detectors?
I haven't yet read the part of the book where Bella reveals why she has chosen to live in Forks with her father (I assume she will reveal her reason at some point) and so far I'm just irritated by her constant whining about Forks. Someone could stand to remember that she moved there voluntarily. It's called free will. Also, who the hell complains about trees and gets nostalgic for metal detectors?
I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.
I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. That was comforting ... and boring. I wondered if my mom would send me my folder of old essays, or if she would think that was cheating.
Yawn. These hicks haven't even read Chaucer yet! And yes, your mom probably would think that was cheating. Because it's cheating.
He studied my face apprehensively, and I sighed. It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.
Oh, come off it. The rain! The clouds! Yeah, I live in the Pacific Northwest and I do my share of whining about it too, but in the end we've both chosen to live here and we need to suck it up. Anyway, sarcasm and bad weather go together like chocolate and peanut butter.
I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up.
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me.
Her poor sense of self-worth is unfortunate.
I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him. He was so mean. It wasn't fair. I began gathering up my things slowly, trying to block the anger that filled me, for fear my eyes would tear up.
Wah! Edward wouldn't talk to me! WAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! HOW COULD HE NOT ACKNOWLEDGE MY SPARKLING PERSONALITY AND GOOD LOOKS?!!!?!!!!!!
Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth.
And yet you chose to move there.
Remembering how many injuries I had sustained — and inflicted — playing volleyball, I felt faintly nauseated.
She just seems like the kind of person who should have a butler.
It was impossible that this stranger could take such a sudden, intense dislike to me.
Oh, I don't know. I've known you for one chapter and I'm feeling it.