Who doesn’t want to be Bella Swan, the object of blood-lusty hunk Edward Cullen’s affections? Who doesn’t want a perfectly dramatically lovely and sexy romance– hot young people with an eternity ahead of them of hot-pillow-tearing sex and a pledge of endless love?
Reading the Twilight Saga gives a natural high and lots of sighing– when will I have my own Edward Cullen? Unfortunately for daydreaming teens, vampires don’t exist (save for the wanna-be blood suckers with no natural powers and super-human strength whatsoever, or even remotely good looks). Edward Cullen will never exist outside of Miss Meyer’s beautiful books and the silver-screen adaptation.
Fantasizing, dreaming– will this lead to teen depression? And not just teens, these books have an adult following as well– I’m just wondering if grandma reads them too. Adults with their less than perfect marriages, their shameful affairs, their boring significant others– will they too be depressed that they can never have a romance like Bella and Edward?
Maybe. But authors should not be blamed for writing beautiful fantasies– like Jane Austen’s timeless Pride and Prejudice– my mom’s just like Eliza’s, fretting and getting her nerves all tangled because her working daughter is still single. So what if so and so likes her, they’re just not good enough for her beloved doctoral-graduate daughter unless he’s Asian, a surgeon, single, non-smoking, drinking, gambling!
Eliza may have found her Mr. Darcy… Jane Austen died at the young age of 40, never having married.
I admire Stephanie Meyer. I admire her success and am of course envious. I also feel slightly sorry for LJ Smith, who wrote about vampire soulmate stories with her wonderful series The Nightworld, which never gained the popularity Twilight has. I highly recommend the juicy Nightworld Series, LJ Smith has dreamed up an Edward Cullen a long time ago.
I myself am a writer who loves to fantasize. I have a million characters and a million stories, none of which are realistic in the sense that it’s happened to me– my real enough to embrace and for my readers to relate to– with ups and downs, hopes and dreams… If we say that fantasy stories are the source of depression for heartbroken teens, then what about romances with perfect Adonis-male-leads who are always billionaires and great in bed and yaddy ya? What about all the sci-fi novels out there, the Lord of the Ring, the horror genre? Etc, etc…
I don’t hop bandwagons, but I do admire the Twilight Saga, it’s given lots of readers great fantasies… as for the teens who suffer from depression knowing they will never have a romance like the one in the novels, too bad. Life is life and you realize true romance has always been the creation of creative individuals– poets, songwriters, authors, and yearning females, waiting, waiting for Prince Charming, with or without his fangs.