Wow so I read the last of the Twilight series books over the weekend. It came out August 2nd and I've been going NUTS for months waiting to finish this series. I finished it last night and had time to sleep on it. I don't think I liked it at all.

I had read that a lot of fans were dissapointed but I laughed it off and waited to get my copy. I was very good and didn't spoil myself. I remember one person comparing it to a silly fanfiction.
Anyways I read it and wow. I won't reveal anything but there is a HUGE thing that happens that practically made me laugh outloud. Really Stephenie Meyer?? Seriously??? Why the hell did you go in that directon?? I've overlooked fanfictions BECAUSE they had that certain thing in them. It was completely It makes no sense put next to the other 3 books.
What's weird is when I thought about what I wanted in the last book, I had very specific wants and this book honestly gave me every single one of them. But I'm still so unhappy. I'm not a book snob either I took the Twilight series for what it is, not some Shakespearian work of art but a mushy gushy love story.
The characters too, auuugh the characters. It all seemed off. Like she didn't write it at all. Where was my over the top UBER romantic passion between Edward and Bella? It just wasn't there, I dunno, the same. It felt off. And so many of the other characters were too different or had less depth then they had in the other books.
I wish I could rant about specific details but I'll wait until more people finish the book. All I know is I'm so sad about Breaking Dawn. I feel like, well, you know when you're masturbating and it's totally AWESOME and you're almost alllmooooost there... Then your mother bolts through the front door with a handful of groceries and screams for you to help? That uber dissapointment was how I physically felt when I read the last page. Breaking Dawn was suppose to be my orgasm and I didn't get it.

