I've put off writing a review of Twilight
for a long time. That, my friends, is because my opinion has drastically changed about it since I read it.
I'll sum up my feelings for the entire series in this analogy/metaphor/thingymajig that is not necessarily true: Once, long ago, I had a terrible crush on a boy. It got to the point where I was practically obsessed. I thought he was the greatest thing in the world... until I snapped out of it. I fell out of love with him. I spent a long time away from him, heard a few things others said about him, and suddenly he just wasn't so attractive anymore. I began to realize what an idiot he was, all the flaws he had, how too many girls liked him... and it was just plain annoying
. Now anything the boy does gets on my nerves.
That's how it is with Twilight
: I got into the series and loved it when I read it. A while after I stopped reading, all the hype about it began. I hardly went a day without hearing "OHMYGAWSH EDWARD IS SOOOOO DREAMY AND I'M SOOOOO GONNA MARRY HIM AND HIS CROOKED SMILE IS SOOOOO ATTRACTIVE!!!" It's like that over-played song on the radio that's only good the first couple of times you hear it. After that... well, I think you get the picture.
Note: This is copied and pasted from my review of the first book.
I only have one comment on this book: five pages spent on one