Ok, so this is something that's been getting under my skin for a while and it's the fact that just about everyone I meet is in love with this piece of crap excuse for literature that some woman with no life crapped out of her dead generic imagination. This book has no depth or originality what so ever, and yet sadly it's manage to permeate itself into the minds of shallow teenage girls and make them think they actually read something that didn't come from the children's section of the library. Twilight was probably the worst investment of time and memory space that I've ever made. It seems to me like it was written by a fourteen year old high school girl with no real life, no real imagination, and obviously no idea of what romance really is. I regret reading this book because I think somewhere in between the "sparkly vampires" and the all too occasional "Isn't this the plot of that crappy chick flick I saw last summer?" I kept asking myself, I think my IQ went down about 20 points. All in all, Stephanie Meyer took some of my favorite words and turned them into bad fan fictions that no one, but the most vapid waist of space, in their right mind would ever publish.
Don't read Twilight. Don't look at it. Don't think about it.Don't acknowledge it. Let it sit on the book store shelves and get eaten by termites; or better yet, don't continue the genocide of innocent trees by printing more of these things that put all literature to shame. Have I gotten my point across?