I will admit to being a bit lost as it relates to the Twilight phenomena. Unlike lots of folks, I have a neutral opinion on the franchise. I picked up the first book based on a friend’s recommendation; she said Twilight reminded her of the work of YA lit queen Francesca Lia Block, an author I have enjoyed for nearly two decades. It turned out to be an unfair comparison; Meyer is no Francesca Lia Block. I honestly believe if it had not been for my friend’s comparison of Meyer and Block I would have found the whole Twilight thing far more enjoyable.
I wanted to adore Twilight mainly because I have such fond memories of the cult teen vampire flick The Lost Boys (1987), which thrilled me one summer—back in the stone age—the way Twilight is making fans faint, cry and long for undead romantic partners.