I've been peer pressured into reading Twilight. I'm not proud to admit this, but it's not like I really have anything better to do, aside from watch reruns of Rehab: Party at the Hard Rock Hotel on TruTV.
So, I'm halfway through the book last night, and I realize not a damned thing has happened. The only real action in the book, after 200 pages, occurs when it's insinuated that the main character, Bella, may be about to be raped. This is never explicitly stated, of course; the author just uses approximately 1,578 words to describe that Bella is followed down an alley by a group of older dudes, and that one or more of said dudes may have had nefarious thoughts about her. Truly riveting literature.
I can understand teens and pre-teens enjoying this book - it's their generation's Sweet Valley High. What I don't get are the millions of housewives that are simply ga-ga over this weird, teenage forbidden love story in which no actual love acts take place. Seems to me like a Harlequin novel would be a more...fulfilling alternative.
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