If you don't know where I'm going with that let me give you a hint: you have to sit down to do it.
I found nothing positive about any of these books or the movies. Product placement runs rampant throughout the entire series and the basis of the relationship between Bella and Edward is stalking, moping, depression and attempted suicide. This book isn't for anyone under fifteen and anyone over fifteen should be smart enough to veer far away.
The prose in this book is on a third-grade level and, what's worse, the author based it off of a fantasy she had with her and a seventeen-year-old boy. It's terrifyingly one-dimensional characters are not only idiotic, but, if they were in a horror film, would all be dead just before page one ended. Unfortunately they all survive, Bella and Edward have a child who, regrettably, is named Renesmee and is doomed to be tormented for her unfortunate name for the rest of her life, and Jacob falls in love with said infant, which is just disgusting.
I don't know what possessed the author to write this garbage but one thing's for sure: she needs an exorcist before anymore green vomit explodes from her throat!
Not only that, but even the fact that there's mentioned sex in this book makes it inappropriate for anyone below fifteen. The only good thing, though, is that it's so poorly written I had a hard time realizing what was happening until I went back and read it a few more times. Poorly educated readers might find this a joy to read simply because it's probably the only thing they've ever read.
Here's a tip: pick up any other book. Any one. Half of the people who've read this and think it's a work of art don't know Anne Rice, Mercedes Lackey or even J.D. Salinger. Educate yourselves, people. Don't waste your time on this drivel.