I succumbed. I'd managed to remain totally oblivious to the whole Twilight
phenomenon until about a month ago, when an old friend from high school mentioned that they were her current guilty pleasure and she couldn't wait to read the final installment. Then last week willendorf5761
wrote a Stephenie Meyer
post, the same day as some folks were talking about the books at the library, and I realized there would be no escape.
Actually, my strongest response to the final book is that Stephenie Meyer and her editor should both be shot for the unspeakable abomination that is the "name" Renesmee. Seriously, wtf? Renesmee is not a name, it's a doomed-to-failure startup company's pathetic attempt at a trademark. Hadn't anyone on the Twilight team ever been to Baby's Named a Bad, Bad Thing
Beyond that, the whole series is appallingly anti-feminist. There was as much fainting and swooning and female fragility as The Mysteries of Udolpho
; at least Ann Radcliffe had the excuse that she was writing over 200 years ago. The heroine is constantly being protected from herself by all the males in her life, and she's either submissively grateful or she gets petulantly cute-mad. The book pretends to treat it as a human-superhuman distinction than rather than a female-male one, but Bella gets bossed by the human men in her life, too, so that doesn't wash.
It's a pity, because otherwise the books are a fun, if predictable, read. But they left a bad taste in my mouth even as I was rushing through them, and I was left feeling mentally like I'd eaten too much cookie dough and soda when what I really needed was a square meal.