I’ve been reading Eclipse the past few days in preparation for the release of Breaking Dawn in a few weeks. I had been holding off because I didn’t want to finish the book too quickly before the next one came out but now I realize that I’ll be lucky to finish it by the end of the week. I’m having a hard time reading it, not because it’s of any less quality than the first two books in the series, but because it uneasily parallels a fight I’m having with myself in my own life. Every time Stephanie Meyer edges close to the subtle decision underlying the whole book I start to mentally twitch at the thought of having to make a decision in my own life. The first two books were unbelievably moving and I identified emotionally with them as well. But they didn’t drive to the core of the most fundamental decision I’ve had to make in a long time and annoy the fuck out of me by bringing it up every 20 goddamn pages.
Don’t get me wrong. I still love the book. It’s pure poetry compared to some of the things I’ve read in the past few weeks and I feel so lucky to have discovered the series. I’m just annoyed at being stuck up on the same fence as the character, waiting as she does in the book to get an answer. Because, at least right now, I don’t want to have to decide. I want everything to be glorious. I want to be like Bella. Just without the massive choices. Can I get an oy vey?
