As I was saying before real life so rudely interrupted . . .
If you don’t already know that Dumbledore dies, I’m really not sure what you’re doing reading this blog, but he does in about the middle of the series and for me it was, to put it crassly “a game changer”.
If Dumbledoree and all those who perished at the end of the last one could actually be killed off, anyone was dispensable – anyone with the possible exception of Bella and Edward of course, whose love we are lead to believe is immortal yadda, yadda, yadda.
But to even the Teeny-Bit Twi-Hard, there are quite a few Forks residents who we’d be sad to loose. I had heard that the actors who play Alice and co were demanding a pay rise as they felt their contributions to the phenomenon had been financially overlooked. I don’t follow the gossip mags quite closely enough to know if their requests were fruitful, but I have to agree that none of the stories could have been possible, certainly withoutAlice. And the big guy – whose name escapes me, also provides a large degree of comic humour to what has otherwise been a series that had been laughed at rather than with.
At the end of the day, I have to shout it loud and proud, that I like Twilight for a number of reasons, and not just for Jacobs bare chest. Stephanie Meyer may not have a thoroughly respected writing style (I agree that the most interesting chapters in New Moon may be October to January) but I believe her storytelling matures throughout the series, and I also quite liked the Host. Yes, Meyer writes romance. There is no escaping it. But Anita Heiss is inspirational in her assertion that there is no shame in writing for chicks. We rock, and so does Twilight.