Stick a Fork In it. “Twilight” is done.
I’m done reading “Twilight.” It got better. Somewhat. Behind the cut-tag, musings, some spoiling. I can’t resist one tiny, silly spoiler that has no real bearing on the plot, however.
baseball? Vampires playing baseball? Vampires going to prom?
And now Uber-Bad-guy stalking Bella and Edward, ratcheting up the suspense! Very sarcastic, damsel-ish “Oh no!” from this particular reader.
Introducing a Perilous Big Bad in the novel’s home stretch is sloppy. It either looks like sloppy planning or is a crass attempt to get readers to continue the series. And it’s just not elegant. Where’s the building suspense? Where’s the carefully crafted menace? Bella goes from “la la la, I’m obsessed with a vampire” (who is playing baseball, I might add! so goofy!) to a damsel in distress, whose every loved one is threatened, in mere pages! It’s jangling and unsubtle. Feh.
I realize, it’s not fair to compare Ms. Meyers’ book to either Joss Whedon’s Buffy series or, of course Bram Stoker. It’s extremely unfair. But… if you’re writing vampires, the comparison is inevitable.
If you want to write vampires, you have to know you’re part of a legacy… and is a little suspense too much to ask? Maybe reading these at 13 would have helped.
I don’t want to read the books that follow… but I’m kind of curious about Meyers’ agenda, over the course of the larger story she intends to tell. Someone please email me and spoil the series? Extra points if you’re mocking or satirical.
I think, if I were a Twilight fan, the idea of going to a “Twilight” themed prom would be outstanding. However, those who show up with walking casts under their prom dresses are…. well beyond scary in their faith to the author’s vision. Especially if said leg is not actually broken.


“However, those who show up with walking casts under their prom dresses are…. well beyond scary in their faith to the author’s vision.”
My dear, we live in a world in which people actually believe they are married to Severus Snape on the astral realm.
Moreover, at a publicity event, a seven-year-old girl who met Robert Pattinson (the guy starring as Edward in the movie) asked him shyly if he could bite her.
It’s so bad that Robert P. has publically gone on record as saying that he thinks the author is “crazy”. He’s convinced that Edward is some kind of very VERY specific and idealized personal fantasy of the authors, which makes him feel all icky now that he’s playing the guy in the movie.
He doesn’t know WHAT to make of the fact that there’s a large women-of-a-certain-age section of the fandom.
This is a scary realm you are entering.