I read this about a year before the movies came out, and this book taught me to never read blurbs. 
 I had just gotten back into reading, and luckily share my literary tastes with my parents, so asked my Dad to give me some books. 
 He handed over a stack and said they were all the start of a series. 
 In that stack was the first Dresden Files book from Jim butcher, Old Man's War by John Scalzi, and some others I don't remember. I went on to devour anything those authors wrote, so clearly my Dad knows what's up. 
 I launched straight into reading Twilight, having been told literally nothing about it. I didn't even know the genre. I didn't read the blurb. 
 I imagine not many people get to experience Twilight the way I did, you see, the first half of the novel was a mystery book for me. I literally had no idea who or what this Edward guy was. I was SO captivated and enthralled, feeling the same way Bella felt about Edward because a mysterious dude just stopped a car with his arm omg what is he?! 
 And then the second half of the book was discovering the lore of vampires and their world, and that was great because after that great reveal, I cared about it. 
 For those that can't remember, the first line of the blurb goes like this: "Edward is a vampire" 
 If I had known that, then absolutely nothing happens in the first half of the book. Reading it the way I read it, I believe, is how it was meant to be read. 
 My ignorance, truly was my bliss.