One of the most simple of issues that I have with Twilight is the absolute dislike that I have for Bella, its narrator and protagonist. There is much more to this, though, because I have disliked plenty of fictional characters in my time. In Atonement, for example, Briony Tallis makes my skin crawl with disgust, but I absolutely understand and respect why her character is there. Obviously, I don't like Scar in Disney's The Lion King or the Joker, but again, they are crucial to the plot of their respective stories. I feel that I cannot respect the ways in which Stephenie Meyer has employed this character of Bella--she is sad and pathetic and, as I am learning on this third time through the text, she's actually a mean girl.
Her negativity irks me, and I think it's alarming that as a female reader, I'm supposed to want and feel as though I may easily put myself in the shoes of this "plain Jane" and understand her. I don't and I won't.
Her negativity irks me, and I think it's alarming that as a female reader, I'm supposed to want and feel as though I may easily put myself in the shoes of this "plain Jane" and understand her. I don't and I won't.
On entering the building: "I can do this, I lied to myself feebly" (14).
On receiving attention from a teacher: "...of course I flushed tomato red. But at least he sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing me to the class" (15).
On getting directions from a friendly boy: "He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type" "I smiled tentatively" "Definitely over-helpful" "I sighed...A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm" "Eric walked me right to the door, though it was clearly marked" (16-17).
On having to introduce herself to the class: "I stammered, blushed, and tripped over my own boots on the way to my seat" (17).
On seeing a pretty girl in the cafeteria: "She had a beautiful figure...the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room" (18).
On learning that she must take PE: "Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth" (26).
And that's just Chapter One. This is our heroine, ladies. The belle of the ball. We're supposed to not just like this girl, but connect with her, in some way, on a personal level. We're supposed to understand her and see ourselves in her. Someone, please tell me how this is done. Until then, I'll be reading and underlining.
