Admittedly, I enjoyed Twilight. I picked it up when it was on the Borders Original Voices shelf a few years ago. It was wish-fulfillment fluff, but sometimes I’m in the mood for fluff. I was bothered by Bella’s inability to ever save herself but, for a heavy dose of teen angst romance, it was somewhat expected.
I kind-of-sort-of liked New Moon. I found some of the werewolf bits tedious but, I generally found it to be a quick, fun read.
Eclipse started to lose me.
And a few months ago I ranted about my less than optimistic expectations for the fourth book.
However, I still wanted to give Breaking Dawn a chance. I ordered it, I started reading it when I received it, and I quit not two hours ago. I can’t read it. If I have to read about Edward’s *insert rock-like adjective here* chest one more time, there will be serious damage. First, the wedding angst. Then, the sex angst (this is where I nearly quit the first time. There is so much wrong with this whole scenario). Then, the big shocker (as if we didn’t see that one coming a mile away). I just could not take anymore. I got through the second chapter of the second part and decided that I would go no further.
I had low expectations from the beginning, but this is ridiculous. The cover taunted me with the idea of Bella becoming a stronger, independent, mature character… one who can love, yes, but who also knows herself and does not need to be saved every time she crosses the bloody street. I thought, “Ooh! Pawn to Queen! This looks like it might redeem the series.” I was sorely disappointed.
To all you loyal Twilight “saga” fans… enjoy your happy ending. It just wasn’t for me.
For an in-depth and fantastically funny, chapter-by-chapter summary, read Cleolinda’s Review.
