The Case for Chastity...Thank You Twilight
I got tired this weekend of re-reading 'Salem's Lot for the seventh time. I had a Barnes and Noble gift card, so I decided to actually use it for the first time and purchase a new book. (Yes, I have that many books in my home.)
I bought this deceptively thick book that's been made into a movie. It's generated such hype that people are getting injured in stampedes at publicity events. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Twilight. It's a good read, but I must admit I am a bit of a vampire-phile. Don't know why. ( I am going to blame my mother for all those Count Yorga and Christopher Lee marathons we watched together many moons ago. If you haven't seen Blacula--you haven't lived. )
Anyway, I think Bella Swan had me at hello. Except for the fact that she's ghostly pale and 5'4"and I am not (I'm the color of hot chocolate and 5'8"), I totally identified with her Holden Caufield-esque angst. I was her fifteen years ago. Stephanie Meyers is honest without being profane.
Though I was not as lucky to have an Edward early on in my life, I marveled at how close to the ideal Edward really is. He's smart, impossibly strong, and protective of his lady love. What's not to like?(The cold marble skin and the brooding...maybe?)
What I really want to do is celebrate case for chastity. Let's be honest. There is something infinitely intoxicating about that moment before the first kiss, the moment before physical intimacy becomes real. There is something lovely about about devouring the physical sight of someone before you even kiss them. Edward and Bella. In the book, they delay the first kiss for so long, that you literally gasp for air when it finally happened. This story is sexier than the V.C Andrews books of my youth, and there are no quivering naked mounds of flesh engaging in illicit acts. (You have to read V.C. Andrews to really understand.) What is sexier than a man who has waited 107 years to kiss you? (To any Twiliglighter reading, has Mr. "Brooding Topaz Eyes" ever been romantically involved with anyone? I don't want to misstate the history of Meyer's universe.)
From what my colleagues tell me, the course of true love does not run smoothly for these two, but that never happens in real life either. Hopefully, the message of chastity will have an impact on a generation of tweens and teenagers that have explicit sex thrown at them from every corner. Maybe young girls will value themselves long enough to hold out for their Edwards. Maybe young men will have the courage to treat their Bellas like unique and delicate treasures.
Chastity, it's what's for dinner.
I bought this deceptively thick book that's been made into a movie. It's generated such hype that people are getting injured in stampedes at publicity events. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Twilight. It's a good read, but I must admit I am a bit of a vampire-phile. Don't know why. ( I am going to blame my mother for all those Count Yorga and Christopher Lee marathons we watched together many moons ago. If you haven't seen Blacula--you haven't lived. )
Anyway, I think Bella Swan had me at hello. Except for the fact that she's ghostly pale and 5'4"and I am not (I'm the color of hot chocolate and 5'8"), I totally identified with her Holden Caufield-esque angst. I was her fifteen years ago. Stephanie Meyers is honest without being profane.
Though I was not as lucky to have an Edward early on in my life, I marveled at how close to the ideal Edward really is. He's smart, impossibly strong, and protective of his lady love. What's not to like?(The cold marble skin and the brooding...maybe?)
What I really want to do is celebrate case for chastity. Let's be honest. There is something infinitely intoxicating about that moment before the first kiss, the moment before physical intimacy becomes real. There is something lovely about about devouring the physical sight of someone before you even kiss them. Edward and Bella. In the book, they delay the first kiss for so long, that you literally gasp for air when it finally happened. This story is sexier than the V.C Andrews books of my youth, and there are no quivering naked mounds of flesh engaging in illicit acts. (You have to read V.C. Andrews to really understand.) What is sexier than a man who has waited 107 years to kiss you? (To any Twiliglighter reading, has Mr. "Brooding Topaz Eyes" ever been romantically involved with anyone? I don't want to misstate the history of Meyer's universe.)
From what my colleagues tell me, the course of true love does not run smoothly for these two, but that never happens in real life either. Hopefully, the message of chastity will have an impact on a generation of tweens and teenagers that have explicit sex thrown at them from every corner. Maybe young girls will value themselves long enough to hold out for their Edwards. Maybe young men will have the courage to treat their Bellas like unique and delicate treasures.
Chastity, it's what's for dinner.
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