Pretty much the worst vampire book ever written in the history of vampire novels. If Bram Stoker was alive today he would contact H.G. Wells, travel back in time and never write about Dracula and vampires so you wouldn't be able to ruin their scary image. This book just continued to drag along at a snail's pace. It was littered with nothing but soulful glares and gazes at each other and devoid of action completely. The one point when I actually thought something awesome would happen, Bella managed to get knocked out and wakes up in a hospital, and we the reader are left in the dark about what transpired while she was unconscious (too bad not dead). Stephenie Meyer should have learned how to write an action sequence along with perhaps a compelling novel to begin with. I use the pages of this book as toilet paper when I run out of crap tickets. The shimmering emo-vampire has apparently replaced the badass vampires of the past. This book did accomplish one thing, vampires are no longer viewed as even slightly intimidating anymore. I feel that I could thwart a slew of vampires by throwing a Gucci belt buckle in their direction and run away while the rest of the vampire clan argues over who gets to wear it and why, and who they saw so-and-so hanging out with at the mall. Thanks a lot Mrs. Meyer you've managed to corrupt vampires which were supposed to have corrupt souls as it was already!!! This novel is awarded zero stars, but this site gives you the automatic handicap of 1.