I should be avoiding him entirely after my brainless and embarrassing babbling yesterday. And I was suspicious of him; why should he lie about his eyes? I was still frightened of the hostility I sometimes felt emanating from him, and I was still tongue-tied whenever I pictured his perfect face. I was well aware that my league and his league were spheres that did not touch. So I shouldn't be at all anxious to see him today.
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See what happened? I fell asleep again after reading it a second time! Besides the endless exposition, Meyer also violates the "show, don't tell" edict. Instead of showing us how good-looking Edward is, she tells us. Endlessly. His "perfect" face. His "glorious" face. His "stunning" face (the latter two within a couple of sentences of each other). I'm skeptical. He must be pretty ugly if she keeps trying so hard to convince me.
I'm going to give this book until page 100 and if it still does not give me any kind of satisfaction, I am chucking it.
And if you're a fan, please don't send me hate mail!
Lastly, to see what great YA fiction is like, I recommend Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene. A classic.
ETA: Since the time I wrote this post, I have subsequently eaten my words. Upon further reading, I have done a total 180 degree turnaround, and have become an obsessive Twilight fan. And I mean obsessive. I ended up absolutely loving these books, mostly because I fell in love with Edward.There are subsequent posts on this blog where I talk (er, gush) about each of the books, so look for them if you're interested.