No time to really blog right now seeing as I am leaving for Melbourne in 4.5 hours and I really must sleep before I partake on the gluteus-maximus numbing car ride. You may notice later on that I'll be saving all my creative swearing for the character that is Jacob Black.
I really need to vent this. I have all this emotion swirling around me, inside of me ready to burst out of me as though my skin were the only thing holding me together. I have finished reading the Twilight series, and I am an emotional wreck. It is moments like these when I realise that this is the very reason why I want to become a writer, to inspire emotion, to capture to compel and to create that ambience. Despite that I am raging and conflicted and somewhat hateful inside, I love it.
I've copied and pasted this next part from a comment I gave the wonderful Dyanne on her blog. I want to murder Jacob Black. I do, I seriously do. I absolutely loathed the fact that Eclipse ended with his OPINION. I really HATED that whole King Solomon, as if. JACOB YOU WERE CUTTING BELLA IN HALF FROM THE BEGINNING! EDWARD WAS GIVING HER UP FROM THE START. NO YOU DO NOT LOVE HER MORE. YOU'RE PUPPY LOVE AIN'T WORTH SHIT AGAINST EDWARD'S CHASM OF ENDLESS DEVOTION AND LOVING SOUL-MATE-ISM.
Their love is stronger than ANYTHING that, that stupid DOG can ever conceive. Oh don't we all love how Edward just saved the day? I was so glad it was Seth and not Jacob who ripped off Riley's head. I could honestly not BEAR reading Bella kissing Jacob back and realising that she's in "love" with him too. I'd rather read that horrific, putrifying, disgusting, fetidly repugnant scene at the end of Harry Potter when Hermione kissed Ron, a thousand times than to relive that experience, knowing that Edward would be there.
Dude it's Edward, he loves her more than she'll ever truly begin to even fathom. And Jacob is just there stealing her away making Edward look like the patron saint of ethics. Which he is, him and his heart-warming propriety...never letting a kiss go too far and all - except for that last part in the meadow when he kind of did want what Bella was pleading for (good lord I'd never be able to refuse him). I was irrationally furious for Edward when Jacob and Bella *gag* ... and Edward was laughing about it.
Oh look at me, discussing these characters as though they were corporeal. I love what the imagination does, it brings life.
I wish I had my own Edward. (oh don't we all, or Jasper - he's awesome too) I really do, not every gal is lucky enough to have the personification of perfection sitting with them, protective arms wrapped around them, whispering in their ear quite seductively all of Romeo's lines as he said them on the TV screen.
That would be very hot.
Really, I've never read a book that's had be crying, actually crying, almost sobbing and whining and... well quite incoherent. I was ACTUALLY CRYING, none of this teary eyed crap...but I was CRYING. Not once, not twice but oh ok 4 or 5 times.
The first time was when Edward was breaking up with her. I remember myself crying so distinctly because I had never been so shocked (at myself becoming more than lachrymose). I WAS ACTUALLY CRYING. Despite that I knew they'd get together again, I was woe all over. Then the next couple of times I cried for Bella and her reckless self endangerment just to hear Edward's voice, and the pain on his face when he was about to incite the Volturi's wrath. (I just LOVE how he has a flair for the theatric and dramatic, reminds me of Draco) I also cried when the Jacob Bella scenes were happening, mostly because I felt this overwhelming sense of betrayal on Bella's part and anger at Jacob. I was just sitting there in my little ambience bubble babbling "Edward...Edward... what about Edward?"
I had also cried many FURIOUS TEARS over Jacob Black I SERIOUSLY wanted to bash his head in, and I REALLY wanted Edward to brake his jaw. Why did he have to be such an intelligent, loving gentleman? Ah but that is Edward.
Man... I wanted to read the wedding. But no, we jut had to have some stupid shit about Jacob and how he's all emo, and angsty and oh she didn't choose me.
Throughout the entire time I was reading New Moon I was thinking "Hmm Jacob Black... why can't he just...Oh I don't know... FUCK OFF?"
At first I was oh, yeah, Jacob... seems pretty innocent to me. BUT NO YOU CONNIVING, CUNNING PETTY THIEF!! YOU MONGREL! YOU FETID WASTE OF CANINE TALENT! YOU CAN'T LOVE BELLA LIKE EDWARD DOES. HE PAWNS YOU! SO STOP TRYING TO TAKE HER AWAY! YOU ASSHOLE! I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU SORE, PUPPY BITCH! HOW DARE YOU TEMPT EDWARD LIKE THAT, STUPID OVER HEATED SPACE-HEATER! JUST GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF, AND THIS TIME DON'T RESURFACE! YOU HAVEN'T GOT ANYTHING AGAINST THE VAMPIRES! THEY PAWN YOU! THEY ALL PAWN YOU! SO YOU JUST GO SHOVE OFF BECAUSE BELLA CAN LIVE WITHOUT YOU.
Ouch. Harsh. But I REALLY hate him. I can be even more creative but I don't have time. That above rant doesn't even come close to how I truly want to articulate my hatred for Jacob Black. And if the casting directors cast Steven Strait as him, I will die. I will not be torn over Edward and Jacob. I loved steven in the covenant and if he's jacob I might just not watch it for that very reason.
He'd better be butt ugly.
Good thing he's fictional. For I'd really be upset with myself if I ever felt this way against an actual person.
Oh wow! Look at the time! Shit, I have to sleep I've been typing away my rant here for so long.
P.S DYZ AND LO IF YOU ARE READING THIS. I REALLY LOVE YOU, in the most sisterly platonic sense possible.
thought you should know that for Christmas.
P.S you can predict what I'll say here. JACOB BLACK MUST DIE!
Until next time (which may be a long time due to Melbourne tomorrow and for the next week) -
- deeh xox
HAVE A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
I hate Jacob Black. "Air to breathe, sun to warm you" my ass. Eff off Jacob. Edward although he may be perceived as being like a drug. He isn't. He's the eternal rocks beneath. He's her foundation, her core, her reason for living.
Answer me this Jacob: For what use is one's lungs without the heart?
You may have made a miniscule tear on Bella's heart but Edward left a HOLE beat that bitch.
"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary."
This has brought to me a whole new understanding of Wuthering Heights to me.
I must go back and read. I don't think I was as insightful when I was twelve (when I first read it) as I am now.
HERE I GO RANTING AGAIN.
OK. MERRY CHRISTMAS! BYE!
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