Morbid curiosity, for my part. You know how in slasher films you know there's gonna be someone carved up with something rusty whilst being penetrated with something one's children can buy in a shop? And how you know it is going to make bile rampage towards your mouth like a herd of wilderbeest but you keep at it anyway just to see how much vaguely-corn-scented yellow-brown glop bursts forth from your stinging, burning throat? Kinda like that but with a book.Guitarmasterx7 said:I don't get it. WHY did you read all three sequels to a book you don't like? I just sort of ignored twilight as a whole because I never thought that anything good would come from reading/watching it.
Meyer's a possibly insane evangelist with the writing ability of sausagemeat stuffing. The books are sexist and racist and horribly written... not even a guilty pleasure. Just pure, unalloyed guilt.
This does not explain the phenomenon of the 'Twi-mom' - basically an overweight, sexually frustrated middle-aged woman with kids, a broken marriage and a tendency to shriek a lot.stiver said:This is targeted at 12 year old girls.
If you don't fall into that group, don't expect to "get it".