I’ve just completed book three, Eclipse, of Stephenie Meyers Twilight vampire love series. Now, let me just preface my choice to read these books by saying that they were recommended to me by other Potterheads as something to fill the gaping hole left after The Deathly Hallows. Also, I read, read, read in the summer. I put away easily 30 books between May and August. The Twilight books are long, and they’re also from the young adult genre, and I do like my fluffy YA reads.

Had it not been for a Barnes and Noble gift card, though, I would have stopped myself from buying Twilight when I read the word “vampire” in the summary. A little history…my dear Reg is a BIG FAT fan of nearly anything, good or truly horrible, from the vampire genre. Among the best are Dracula and the Anne Rice books, among the worst, Blade, which I once described as the most “effing disgusting” movie I’d ever seen (ten minutes in, just before I walked out). There was a time in grad school when Nina and I forbid Reg from mentioning Dracula for one month. So, like the supportive and loving wife that I am, I openly mock the entire vampire genre anytime I’m given the forum…seriously, WHY do they all know karate?

But because of the gift card, an overwhelming sense of curiousity, the aforementioned Potterhead props, and lots of time, I bought Twilight and plunged into Bella and Edward’s saga of teenage angst, star-cross’d love ala Romeo and Juliet and all that. What I liked about Twilight…all of the Austen and Bronte references. About halfway in I thought “okay, this love story is a little bit much, but I’m not the target audience and there is some smart stuff here.” At one point, the first person p.o.v. character Bella muses about the name Edward and weren’t there any other names in the late 19th century, to which I responded by mentally screaming “Yes, Henry Fitzwilliam [Darcy]!” You get my point. I thought the idea of having a 19th century romantic figure in a 21st century high school was kind of a cool thing to do.

I love my 19th century romances and romantic guys: Darcy, Rochester, Heathcliffe, etc. So, I thought that I would just, as I did with book club selection House of Leaves, look past the not-so-good literary elements, understanding that the book is written for 17 year old girls. I’m usually pretty good at this. I can read and enjoy almost anything if I just sort of put my 40-something, MA, white woman stuff aside and look at the book with new eyes.

I still like the vampire as a vehicle to carry the Darcy type character into the 21st, but here’s where it all breaks down for me. If the vampire and the girl can’t actually get it on because he’s afraid his bloodlust , not to mention his superhuman vampire strength, will make him accidentally kill her, where, exactly, is 1500 pages of romance going to go? NOWHERE. I know it’s for the kids, but after about 750 pages, I just wanted them to do it for eff’s sake. I could have handled 300 (about the length of an Austen or Bronte novel) or so pages of steamy foreplay with no payoff, but 1500 pages is too much to ask. And by the way, I’m technically not a pervert because the characters were 18 and 108 years old. Although, one could, I suppose, make lots of guesses about why a 108 year old man is so drawn to an 18 year old girl, but that kind of guessing is going to lead me down the road of sweeping generalities.

Then, I finally got around to reading the author bio and discovered that Stephenie Meyer (the author) belongs to the Church of Latter Day Saints. So I’m guessing that the sex isn’t going to happen in the fourth installment either. And good, because really, we shouldn’t be encouraging teens toward flesh-ripping vampire sex anyway. Sigh.

And once I realized that the sex wasn’t happening and that Edward wasn’t going to turn Bella into a vampire (metaphorical sex, for those less beaten down by the vampire genre), I started to find all of the flaws in the books. I won’t list them here, but let’s just say that I went seriously snobby-ass erudite at this point. However, I do have to mention that because forbidden vampire love clearly isn’t enough, there are werewolves. There is also forbidden werewolf love. There is a forbidden vampire and werewolf love triangle. No sex, but bring on the lycanthropes. Sigh, groan, eyeroll.

So, having completed this month’s book club selection last month, I’m a little fictionally bored right now. Feel free to leave suggestions in your comments. (No vampires, please).

Click here to read a thorough and on point review of Twilight.