You know, I was going to wait and post on something productive tomorrow but I just have to get this off my chest.  My review for Breaking Dawn will be up on Bites around mid-week.  I can honestly say I’m enraged by this book.  It’s not the writing.  Actually, the stylistic aspect of the work has slightly improved.  Slightly.  Considering the first three were lessons in how NOT to write, it’s not much, but still an improvement.  It’s what she’s glorifying that has me wanting to burn the book in a pile of poo.

It was bad enough to have her glorifying Edward as the perfect romantic when he’s nothing more than a controlling, abusive, manipulative stalker.  But this . . . making pedophilia OK?  This is so not cool it’s liquid nitrogen.  There is absolutely no way that this can logically and non-squicky be explained around.  None.  Because no matter how you slice it, a man of legal age of consent in all 50 states fell in love (in love, as in soul mates, I want to make love to you) with a newborn.  Not to mention his wolf brother falling in love with a three year old.  That’s sick.  No, that’s fucking sick.  The very foundation of that relationship is to be life mates and neither of the two parties even knows what a foundation is let alone can shit in a toilet bowl without getting it all over the place.

It’s just downright sick.  I thought the stalker thing was bad enough.  Now she’s given the likes of NAMBLA headway.  Lovely.