I’m sad because Edward is almost totally removed from this book. I mean, I can understand the importance of highlighting Bella’s struggles and Jacob’s evolution but the girl in me just screams, “What about Edward?!?!?”
Bella’s pain which is almost physical, is something I can empathize with. Short partings, especially during the early stages of an affair when emotions run high, cause unbearable physical pain. I remember feeling as if my extremities were numb and rendered useless when my loved one had to go on vacation, and I hated waking up and getting out of bed to spend a day without him!
The complicated relationship between Bella and Jacob threatened my peace of mind, because I could not wrap my beautiful head around the thought that Bella is pining for Edward but finding solace in Jacob, and even she is unsure about the path that that relationship is taking.
I also wondered why there was an insistence on keeping Jacob’s character carefree, impetuous and kid-like. (Question answered in Breaking Dawn.) I could not fathom why Jacob was a worthy rival for Edward, and never did I think that Bella would be better off with him. The author succeeded in making the character the absolute normal as opposed to supernatural superhero, and if the decision was mine to make, why settle for normal?
The one thing I thoroughly enjoyed in this book was the delving into Quileute legends and history. I think that First Nations stories are fascinating and unique.
I have not seen the movie, though I have seen clips on Youtube and friends assure me that it is better than Twilight. Therefore I am counting down the days until March 10 when the DVD comes out. However, that doesn’t mean I have not been enjoying (immensely, if I may say so) the soundtrack. My absolute favorite (as maybe are millions of other fans) is Alexandre Desplat’s The Meadow—it is stunning, and perfectly captures the emptiness of the meadow without Edward. When I listen to it, I can feel the hole in Bella’s chest as if it were my own pain. It squeezes my heart until it can bleed no more! Dramatic but true. And I must be a masochist because I just hit replay when the song is finished. And the squeezing starts all over again.
Such addiction. I almost got over the whole saga and actually got a couple of good night’s sleep. But then last night I trolled Youtube for music videos of Muse, and before I knew it, I was lovesick again, watching the fanmade videos with lots of clips from New Moon. And that’s one other thing that’s happened to me since my conversion—I fell in love with Muse too.
Ok, off to the public library now to grab the New Moon movie companion book. It'll get me through the weekend, and I’m planning to read the whole series again.
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