Eclipse is, by far, a more interesting story as an addiction memoir instead of Teen Paranormal Romance. (I am nauseated to know this sub-genre only exists because of Twilight.) Bella's paranoia, social awkwardness, and aching lust for Edward's cold, vampy kisses easily draw from crack addiction. Her life-planning horizon shrinks from the standard expectations of a high school senior applying for college, to a strung-out waif clamoring for her next Cullen fix. Even her deeply mentally retarded father can see it, and in this chapter he begs for her to try other friends for her socially-induced, sexless high. Charlie practically throws her at Jacob, whose abs have yet to make an appearance in this book. When Edward fucks up her car so she can't drive to see wolfieboy, Charlie offers her his police cruiser.
That sentence should terrify you for a variety of reasons.
Edward is her pusher, of course. He dangles her on the strings of desire, tickles those razor ivories over her smooches, and abandons her to empty, unsated lust EVERY TIME. Then he controls her life for her. In Chapter 2, Edward informs Bella he will forge her signature in order to submit applications to the colleges he feels she should consider. Later, he manipulates her in front of her dim-witted father to go visit her estranged mother in Florida. Finally, when Alice narcs on Bella to him about her plans on visiting her werewolf BFF, Edward removes some vital (but unidentified) portion of her car engine to keep her at home, promising to fix it in time for school.
As far as romantic swains go, Edward blows chunks. But as an actual, bona fide, evil vampire bent on controlling and destroying the life of a young woman, he's a winner! Edward is a chilling when cast as the villain, especially when he challenges Bella to close her window if she doesn't want him to come watch her sleep.
But let's be fair. In the middle of the night, Bella planned on leaving her house without telling anyone, to go visit the angry, hormonal, new werewolf in love with her. If sparklepants hadn't sabotaged her truck, they would have been finding pieces of her up and down the beach for days.
Still, a part of me died inside at then end of the Chapter.
I stamped my way up the stairs, and went straight to my window. I shoved the metal frame roughly - it crashed shut and the glass trembled.
I stared at the shivering black glass for a long moment, until it was still. Then I sighed, and opened the window as wide as it would go.
Given what I know about Breaking Dawn, I assume she does the same with her vagina finally.
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