The first step of this masochistic odyssey was to actually get a copy of the....pages with words. I will admit that the notion of walking into the library and having people see me with this book was a bit too much to bear, so I had my roommate get it for me. So far we're still on speaking terms. Next, I had to actually get around to reading this thing. I was actually travelling by plane last weekend, usually a time when I can get a ton of reading done, but once again, I was too embarrassed to be seen with this monstrosity. Did you like my run-on sentence with liberal usage of commas? Get used to it if you decide to read this thing. On to some specifics.
First off, the book generally reads like Stephanie Meyer just needed to fill a word limit quota. It's like a dictionary just shat out a random string of words onto a series of pages. She inserts descriptive phrases that make no sense and have no context. For example, "I donned my jacket --which had the feel of a biohazard suit -- and headed out into the rain." Seriously? This is not an isolated incident my friends.
Next, Meyer describes EVERYTHING. I don't even think these are sentences, just a series of adverbs and adjectives. "I'd noticed that his eyes were black -- coal black." Yeah, well I've noticed that this "book" is garbage -- pure garbage.
And what's with the terrible comparisons. "I made the Cowardly Lion look like the terminator." That's verbatim, not sure why Cowardly Lion is capitalized and The Terminator isn't, but that's besides the point. Ugh, it's almost as bad as the meandering sentences that only serve as a placeholder for an adverb that she wants to use, "Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van's body." Yeah, just yeah.
I'm only 3 chapters into this POS and already regretting my decision. But I will carry on and finish. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.