Oh yes, I was enthralled, too, the first time I met this lover-boy monster. I read most of Twilight in the womb-like, soporific bar of Limerick Airport, in the Republic or Ireland. I’d been taken there early and I’d run out of reading material. So, I bought a second copy of Twilight – one that’s got the hands and the apple. The one I’d left at home still intrigues me. On its cover is a rather mysterious, very handsome Edward who I’m sure is not Robert Pattinson though Bella is almost certainly Kristen Stewart.
I was hooked.
It’s amazing how many women fall in love with Edward. Not Robert Pattinson, though he’s amiable enough, a reasonable actor and pleasant to watch. In fact, I’m sure Robert Pattinson will be quite relieved that I’m talking about Edward and not him when he reads the next paragraph.
You see, it’s perfectly okay for middle-aged women to be completely besotted with a 17-year-old vampire. Because he’s not seventeen. He’s 104 – or more depending on where in the story we’re talking about and which year we’re in now. Actually, that makes his connection even to a middle-aged woman a little bizarre.
At first I thought it was poor use of language on the part of Stephen Meyer when she made Edward speak in that slightly old-fashioned way. It was almost unbelievable when he insisted that he and Bella should marry. Except when you remember he was a young man at the beginning of the 20th Century. Then you realise she has it exactly right.
It seems to be part of vampire lore that the age is fixed, as they change from human to monster. What then of Mitchell in Being Human? An even more interesting vampire for the grown-up ladies. Now, he does age as the years go by.
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