Quite possibly the most poorly written novel I have ever had the misfortune to read. The characters are disgustingly one dimensional, it's filled to the brim with obnoxious purple prose, and there are countless plot holes littering its pages. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

The novel displays women as empty vessels who are pitiful and completely useless without a man to make their decisions for them, yet Bella is proclaimed an uplifting character with heroic qualities, when in reality, she's nothing more than a blatant self-insert Mary Sue. Bella and Edward are not in love. Love is very different from a little thing called lust, which is what so many teenagers mistake for real love.

I find it horribly sad that people actually prefer to read this mindless drivel about a middle-aged woman's wet dream. I find it even more sad when they try to say that it's well written.