About three things I was absolutely positive.
First, Edward was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him—and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be—that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
In the first book of the Twilight Saga, internationally bestselling author Stephenie Meyer introduces Bella Swan and Edward Cullen, a pair of star-crossed lovers whose forbidden relationship ripens against the backdrop of small-town suspicion and a mysterious coven of vampires. This is a love story with bite.
Firstly, I am not a literary snob. I am fine with pulp. I am fine with slushy romance. I am fine with cheesy young adult cringe fests. But I felt dirty reading these books.
While there was something familiar and addictive about the teen angst presented in this book, there were at least occasions where I had to re-read a page because I couldn’t follow the point Stephanie Myer was trying to make.
I read this book during my ‘read what the kids are reading ready for your teacher training interview’ phase. My intention was to just read the first book, but within a few hours I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I knew I needed to read them all. I honestly cannot tell you why. Was there some kind of addictive substance on the page? I really don’t think it was writing.
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