The Twilight Zone

On Friday, Mads and I spent the day at my parent's house. Mum had just finished reading the Twilight series, so she sent me home with all four books, warning me that they weren't very good. Now, teen romance novels really aren't my style, you would never find me in those sections at Barnes & Noble. But by 6:30 on Saturday morning, I finally put myself to bed with only two chapters left in the first book. (I can't remember the last time I stayed up all night reading, it was probably two summers ago when I read The Stand for the 3rd (fourth?) time, Jeffrey looking at me like I was insane when he woke up at noon to find me still on the couch, almost finished with the book that I had started the night before. I just can't seem to put a book down, whether it's good or not, I have to finish it before sleep can ruin the flow.) I read the second book in the series during naps and after Mads went to bed, and finished it at about midnight Saturday night.

So how were they? I actually liked the first one until the end, but it definitely was not worth the hype that surrounds the series. Towards the end of the book, I was starting to get incredibly irritated with the main character, Bella. She was whiny and over-dramatic, the perfect character for a teenage audience, the worst character for anyone over the age of twenty. Three chapters into the second book, I wanted to smack the bitch, beat her head in for acting like such a little twat. By the end of that book, I was disgusted with the story (vampires weren't enough? now you need to date a werewolf, too? wait, there are werewolves? come on), and even more annoyed by Bella and her crappy attitude.

I'll finish the series, not because I like the books, but because I started and now I have to finish, and I'll give my official review when I'm done with them. I don't think the Twilight enthusiasts are going to appreciate my opinion.