I finished Breaking Dawn today, and I think I'm more relieved than anything. No more Twilight books. Hurray.
Yes, it sucked me in, but this book was more like watching a train wreck. I couldn't stop reading no matter how ridiculous it got. And just when I thought it couldn't get more ridiculous, I got through a few more chapters and found even more reasons why these books drive me crazy.
Sorry, this might be blasphemous to a lot of you who are crazy Stephenie Meyer (SM) fans. I guess I am one, too -- a fan. Just not crazy. She puts enough redeeming qualities in her books to tilt the scale towards making me want to read whatever else she writes.
If anyone cares to know how I feel about the Twilight books, including this one, read on. There aren't any spoilers. I'm not that cruel. I'll start with the things that drove me nuts so I can end on a good note.
Why these books drove me crazy:
Repetition. SM repeated things over and over and over . . . and over. And gave way too much detail about everything else. There are a few classic paragraphs that grace about every other page: "How beautiful Edward is", "How Bella would absolutely die without Edward", and "How Bella feels unworthy/not attractive enough/too clumsy/too mortal for the love that Edward has for her". I get it. You only had to say it once or twice.
Bella. The main character herself drove me more nuts with each book I read. She's overdramatic, recklessly self-sacrificing, and would be more at home in a Jane Austen novel. She is 18, so I'll cut her a little slack.
Predictability. Most of the characters in the book are very one-dimensional and extremely predictable. If it weren't for the crazy twists and turns in the plot, she would have lost my interest after the first book. I like to be surprised when I read.
Why I couldn't stop reading them:
SM's imagination. I loved the way she characterizes vampires and werewolves. Similar to the Harry Potter books, SM created a whole other world of creatures that no one knows exists. She put in so much detail and history, it almost has me convinced they're real. Almost. And after reading all the books, I feel like I'm a vampire/werewolf expert. Don't you?
Edward and Jacob. I felt torn between these two. And the fact that Edward is ridiculously good-looking was nice, too. It's going to be hard watching "Cedric Diggory" in the movie.
The end. Probably the only other reason why I lasted this long was because I had to know how all of this crazy crap ended. I hate reading books or watching movies of which I never find out the resolution. Even if they're way cheesy. I have to know. Now I do. And on a side note -- the end of this book did redeem itself from the ridiculousness of the prior 600 pages.