Silliness

I'm halfway through Breaking Dawn and it's undoubtedly a vast improvement from the previous installment - better character development and plot (that detestable Jacob Black has more airtime now simply cos the author has a soft spot for him) . I have to give it to her that while the story's sometimes quite unbelievable (an irony since the whole vampire/werewolf story is supposed to be unbelievable from the start), I'm impressed by her creativity and how she ties up the loose ends. The first and last books in whatever "sagas" are usually the only ones worth reading (exceptions exist of course e.g. "His Dark Materials").

This is the result of trading sleep (my only free time) to read:

I hate Jacob for loving Bella.
I hate Bella for not letting him go.
I hate Edward for enduring this just to make Bella happy.

It had me engrossed and hypnotised (no pun intended). I was living, breathing EdwardBellaJacob until an idiot plopped down on the seat beside me on the bus and shook me out of my reverie. I was thankful in a way. I had to stop. I needed to stop. It was the climax - death, birth, rebirth in that order (go figure). I was dizzy from my emotions, frozen with anticipation.

Breath. Stop grabbing your jeans! I spaced out. Glassy eyed. My mind only filled with the words I just read and the images they conjured. Breathe. Surely Edward can hear my heart pumping now! I wanted to do something crazy! To expend this sudden surge of neuro energy. To relieve myself from this agonizing excitement and release my uncontrollable emotions. The last bit of my rational self kept me from crying out loud hysterically.

I'm puzzled that the rather disturbing content of this book can pass as teenage fiction.