A few brief things:
- This is not the full review. That’ll be up on Bullet Reviews tomorrow–by which I mean past noon on the 26th.
- This is rife with spoilers, but if you care about the integrity of Twilight‘s plot, then I have no respect for you.
- This is not a traditional review, but the traditional review would be roughly equivalent of the Nazis melting as they open the Ark of the Covenant in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
- Reading this book drove me to drink more than anything else ever has or ever will.
Meyer really does a good job of nailing despicable teenage angst.
Everything so far is a sarcastic riff about life how shitty Bella’s “self-imposed exile” is. My question is: Why is this self-imposed? What thought process led to you moving somewhere you knew you’d hate when you didn’t have to?
When Charlie, her father, steps aside to show all the family pictures around the house. Bella: Easy to see that he never got over my Mom; silly man and his emotions!!!!!!!! LOL ;P
Bella is confused that there aren’t metal detectors at her new high school. Did Bella go to South Central L.A., Phoenix, Arizona? Nope, she went to the really super nice part of town (evidenced by the prevalence of Porsches in the parking lot – that had metal detectors at its high school.)