I tried reading the Twilight series of books a couple of years ago. The love story seemed trite and unconvincing to me. I put the first book of the tetralogy down with only 30 pages left to read. I couldn’t bare to be witness to Bella getting lured into, what seemed to me, a false romantic entanglement.
It’s not that I don’t think vampires deserve someone to love them. (Antonio Banderas deserves all the love he gets in Interview with a Vampire.) I just wasn’t buying why Bella would fall in love with such a selfish and egotistical douche bag like Edward. After all, his supposed love for her is filled with all kinds of stipulations and expectations: If you do this, this, and this, I will love you. Seems pretty one-sided to me. Any normal teenage girl with Bella’s intelligence would have simply said adieu and moved on to find love with a more deserving partner. End of the series.
Last evening on Netflix, I stumbled upon a more convincing and highly romantic vampire love story: Let Me In (2010), based on the 2008 Swedish film Let the Right One In (Låt den rätte komma in), directed by Tomas Alfredson, and the novel of the same name by John Ajvide Lindqvist: Owen, a bullied 12-year-old boy, develops a friendship with Abby, a female vampire child also 12.
Upon first meeting, Abby makes it clear to Owen that the two of them can not be friends and walks off leaving Owen to defensively respond, “Who said I wanted to be your friend any how?” The story builds, secrets are revealed, and Abby and Owen fall deeply in love despite their mortal/immortal differences. In the end, they are both willing to sacrifice parts of themselves to protect the other forever. To me, that’s true love, unconditional love, and I cried during various scenes like I haven’t cried since watching Pan’s Labyrinth (another film I’d like to write a post about soon).
When was the last time you sacrificed something of yourself for love?
* Quote from the 2010 film Let Me In