I'll confess. I did it. I read those books by Stephanie Meyer. I read them all. EVERY LAST ONE. Why, you ask? Why would an educated, well-read, hot (just seeing if you were paying attention) person like yourself start reading teen literature? Well, seriously people, it's like a tidal wave engulfing every last girlfriend I have. I decided to jump off the proverbial cliff and see what everyone was talking about. Plus, I had this aching need to know whether or not I was really most like Bella, Alice or Edward.
Before I go into my critique, I have to give the girl credit for writing a book at all. That can't be easy. I'm sure it's not easy with kids. And I can't imagine how she thinks of anything at all after a mind-numbing day with children. It takes all the effort I have to pull myself off the couch and grab another cookie while watching, "America's Next Top Model."
That said, the characters were flat and the writing repetitive. If I go into any more detail than that, I'm sure I'll alienate at least 50% of my friends. And since that will leave me with one friend, I'll stop there. Let's just say, that if I ever read the word "marble" again to describe anything, in any book, that I will have to be checked into a clinic for a nervous breakdown and only the largest box of Vosges chocolates will cure me. It might take two boxes, who knows? Now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure Ms. Meyer is out to get me. I can see her squinting her eyes, rubbing her hands together and pondering new ways to use the word "marble." (As if she hasn't already used them all in her Twilight books!) Then I hear her evil, maniacal laugh all the way to the bank.
