I hate you, Stephenie Meyer. I hate you with all my heart.


With the soon-to-be released Twilight movie and the whole debate that I completely missed during this summer, I decided to document myself of what the hell is this book that everyone's talking about. In less than two weeks I managed then to finish Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse, being now in the middle of Breaking Dawn.
And I can definitely say that my brain is dying, slowly and painfully. Why don't you stop then, if you hate it so much? Simple. When I read, I read until the end, no matter how boring or horrible the book is. It's a challenge, and I won't loose.
What makes me hate the Twilight series with even more passion (other than the obvious flaws that were majestically exposed by many talented and insightful artists here on dA) is that Mrs. Meyer does not contempt herself over ruining only one "nation's" myth. She has to screw also with the other nations' myths.
People say she did research to write her books. I don't see this research. Libishomens don't exist in the native Brazilian folklore. Lobisomens however do. And they:
1) aren't vampires. The lobisomem is a werewolf [lobi = lobo (wolf) + somem = homem (man)];
2) don't prey exclusively on pretty girls. They prey on whatever is fucking moving;
3) don't go around fathering children. This is done by the "boto cor-de-rosa" (pink boto, a river dolphin), who during the full moon nights gets out of the water in the shape of a beautiful man and seduces pretty women to father his children.
And a fourth point, to state that in Brazilian folklore women never die from giving birth to half-demon children. Never. They don't go chewing their way out of the their mothers.
Why, Stephenie? Why did you have to do this to us Brazilians? Why couldn't you let us be?

Alas, mysteries that shall never be solved.

I will return to my torture now.