Secondly, no the Twilight series isn't great, but it's not as horrifically, nightmarishly bad as they are made out to be.
When first hearing about this whole Twilight craze (and essentially how god-awful it was), I was expecting some really terrible fiction. In fact, I first learned about the series from a 13-year-old kid in a Team Edward shirt. I had no fucking idea what "Team Edward" was, and she went on to lispingly describe to story to me. I was not enthralled. I decided to give them a try anyway, after all, I remember when people my age were harping on about how stupid Harry Potter was. Could I be so lucky again? Could I find another awesome series that would capture all my love and attention for years to come?
No. No, it fucking didn't.
But it also wasn't what I was expecting, and I will admit I was pleasantly surprised at the fact it was only moderately god-awful. I did read the entire series. All four fucking books.
Then I read The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner.
This is Bree. She's going to die soon. No one will care.
Well now, this is what I was expecting from the Twilight series. An amazingly long story (especially considering it's only 170 odd pages) where nothing ever fucking happens! There is no action, and you can't possibly care about any of the characters! I was expecting to learn something about Bree that would have made her death later in the series (that we already have read of course) that much more important, but it turns out that she is just as much of a mindless drone newborn as all the rest of the coven that she endlessly complains about! Nothing, I felt nothing for this girl. Fuck her. Deigo and Fred, who the hell cares about them? Secret ninja BFFs? Rock kissing? Powers of repulsion?
Just avoid it, that's the best advice I can give. Or earn me some money and buy it:
The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner: An Eclipse Novella
Stephenie Meyer
Published June 5th, 2010, by Little Brown and Company
178 Pages
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