Twilight series, by Stephenie Meyer
First line: ”I’d never given much thought to how I would die – though I’d had reason enough in the last few months – but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.”
I resisted this book series – a vampire love story set in the modern day gloom of Washington’s Olympic Peninsula – for months. I’d pass it by with its beguiling jacket design and linger, toying with the idea of giving in and following the masses of emotional teenage girls a decade younger than myself that were simply rabid for the books. The kicker to finally get the tome into my hands was innocent enough: Volunteering for a local film festival, I found myself for five hours facing a poster. A poster for a movie for a certain book that featured what was unmistakably an actor from the one series that I am rabid about – Harry Potter.
There was no going back and I bought the book immediately. And, you know what, I loved it. And, then I bought the next two in the series and sped through them faster than the vampire love interest flies through the misty Washington woods searching for prey. There are aspects of the books –Twilight and the sequels New Moon and Eclipse – that I find supremely annoying, probably more so because I know these are the same aspects that those hordes of teen girls find irresistible. But Meyer’s writing is superb and pulls you in for a fast-paced, can’t-turn-the-page-quickly-enough read.
The fourth and final book in the series, Breaking Dawn, is released August 2, with the movie version of Twilight to follow this December and I’m finding that I can barely stand the wait. Maybe if I had a sexy vampire love interest or a scruffy werewolf best friend to occupy me…
For: The shy, emotional teen girl that aches for a heart-shattering obsession with the undead (and shuns the daylight) and for the loud, straight-forward non-teen that switches out the book jacket to read on the plane home so no one knows what a nerd she is (or, so I’ve heard). – Jenny Coon Peterson