I finished Breaking Dawn, the fourth and final (hopefully) book in “The Twilight Saga” by Stephenie Meyer. I am glad it’s over because quite frankly, it’s been somewhat torturous.
After reading the first book, “Twilight”, I thought there was some promise. I was intrigued by the characters and the concept. I needed to take into consideration that the book was marketed to the young adult market – at least through the first book, it only mattered a little.
As I got into the second book, I became suspicious that Meyer targeted the young adult market for either lack of confidence or ability to reach the adult population – especially with a series of novels about vampires. Quite frankly, “New Moon” was pretty close to awful (and even painful at times).
“Eclipse”, the third book in the series was a major improvement from New Moon but even more evident as to Meyer’s lack of ability to hold a storyline together as it drifted off unnecessarily into boring an amateurish avenues that had be beginning to regret ever starting the series. While I have always accepted, even embraced that fiction is a stretch of reality, when anything is stretched to far, it breaks and this story broke, for me, in book three (actually in book two if I really think about it) into an irreparable mess.
"Breaking Dawn” became a necessity as a result of my inability to let go of a story, regardless of how awful. I tried to give it the benefit of the doubt from the start but the truth is it was painful from page 1 to page 750 something – the end.