Done With Yet Another Vampire Novel

So, there, I did it.  As promised.

And yes, I have to admit that Stephenie Meyer is a damn good author.

She really did pull me in, and before I knew it, I had almost finished the book.  And truly, it was probably because I'm a teenager and also a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic.

But the entire time, I had a sober voice in the back of my head that would get louder every time I would put the book down to finally go to bed.  

Here's the thing.  Though Meyer spent a good three-hundred something pages growing a relationship, it seemed too short of a time to really build the bond of "I'm not afraid of a vampire, and I love one so much that I would die for him".  Too unrealistic.  While my other friends delighted in all four books of the series, I found myself "sobering up" from "Twilight fever" and looking at it in a realistic way.  The real action came a little too late in the story for me, and Bella was a bit too kluzty.

Not saying that I wasn't totally in love with Edward like every other female, teenage reader.  Yes, he was HOT.  But I simply felt it their relationship was rushed and it was a bit too artifically teenage for an old man and a seventeen-year-old girl.

Must go eat dinner.  I'll post my own movie review later.