Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I Hate Bella Swan

I do. I'm sorry. (Not really.)
She is horrible. She is one of the most annoying characters in literature that I have ever come across. Whiny, little martyr. 

When I originally read Twilight, I thought it was alright but not great. New Moon is just boring, except at the very end. Eclipse is a terrible, terrible book. I hate it. At some point, I want to slap all of the main characters. I've heard a lot of complaints about Breaking Dawn, but for me, even if it's kind of ridiculous, it's the most entertaining of the books. 

I really don't understand why people are so in love with these books. Jacob is a brat and a sexual predator. Edward is too-good-to-be-true and a little bit of a prig. Bella's a dumb twat. 
What's the appeal?

I watched the movie this weekend with Sist-A. It was okay, in that I didn't mind watching it and it was entertaining for what it was. Kristen Stewart is a terrible actress though. I don't think she could emote her way out of a paper bag. Or maybe she just doesn't understand the difference between all the other emotions and being mildly constipated?

This whole series makes me feel old. I just want to shake a cane at "kids today" and fondly reminisce about the "old days" when they knew how to construct a narrative and create likable characters.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Ah, Ms. Austen

I just got done watching the movie version of Persuasion. 
Pride and Prejudice is probably my favorite of all her books, but Persuasion probably runs second for me. I saw the BBC version of Persuasion. It wasn't even very good, but still, even mediocre Austen is better than most. 
Whatever else you might say about her, she was the master of yearning. So little amounts to so much.
And, just a little sigh is reserved for her men. 

Mr. Darcy ardently admired Elizabeth Bennett, in spite of everything.
Captain Wentworth never stopped loving Anne Elliot, even after 8 years of heartbreak.

Maybe more than a little sigh is reserved for her men.