The worst book ever written. It is basically the story of a freaky, socially-awkward chick named Bella who moves into a small town in the middle of Washington. While there, she meets an equally socially-awkward sparkly dude named Edward. Oh, and Edward is a parasite. A vampire, by any other name.
Unfortunately, Edward doesn't kill her, or drink her blood, or sacrifice her to the Vampire community. Why he didn't do that is beyond me. But, their passion for each other exceeds all odds, and they fall deeply in love.
While all of these hormones are
exploding, another love interest gets thrown into the mix; Jacob. Jacob's a wolf kid who is obsessed with Bella.
Whoo. A love triangle. THAT hasn't been done 3,000 times.
But Bella, being a clingy, crazy, moronic stalker insists on being with Edward, and almost kills his entire family, because everyone wants to drink Bella's blood, or whatever.
You know what? I can't even finish my frickin' definition on this subject, because it sickens me so.
But do
you know what isn't sickening?
Good literature.
Read J.K.Rowling. Now. Get your Twilight-infected brains away from this site.
Girl 1: "
Oh my god! I like totally LOVE Edward's hunky sparkly magic! Twilight is like, the Bible! He's a god! PRAISE HIM AND HIS SHINY BODY!"
Girl 2: "NO WAY! Team Jacob, every day!"
*Girls 1 and 2 get into a fight about who is better, and Girl 3 is feeling homicidal by now*
Girl 3: "Screw this,
I'm going to go watch
Harry Potter."