WARNING: Minor spoiler alert
I was so distraught last week, when I read an article about Kellan Lutz giving Kristin Stewart advice about being a vampire. I knew I should not have done it, and that I would be left feeling guilty afterwards, but I could not resist.
I do not feel guitly anymore. I have plenty of other horrible emotions to cope with now.
I have just finished reading Book I of “Breaking Dawn” and I feel like I just caught my (imaginary) husband cheating on me with a man: betrayed, confused and heartbroken.
I have one thing to ask Stephanie Meyer, above everything else: WTF?!
The beginning was lovely — sweet but heartbreaking, just as I expected. But then it morphed into this horrendeous piece of shit.
Be still my aching heart.
What would possess her to write something so fucking ridiculous?
I started Book II, hoping that, because it was about Jacob, it would be better.
Again, the potential was there but, I ended up feeling betrayed… again.
I closed the book after only 150 pages because I felt like I was going to cry. And not the way I cried after finishing “Eclipse,” because these were tears of frustration and disappointment.
I told my mom how I felt I had been cheated. She made me feel better, saying that she, too, had read books that she had been so excited about, only to be let down by the author and a total “WTF?!” moment. She told me that sometimes, authors go awry, for one reason or another, and we just have to accept it and move on.
I pledged to begin reading “1984” immediately, but talked myself down from that ledge.
I guess I must be a masochist and enjoy pain, because I have every intention of continuing to read tonight.
Maybe, I am just a sad and lonely idiot, so easy to forgive the hurt and the mistakes, and unwilling to let go of something that clearly isn’t right for me anymore.
I am hoping things will have changed and that this slight deviation was caused by mere curiousity and not a need to totally transform from what I had originally gotten into bed with.
I can’t stand anymore heartbreak. I knew this relationship was ending, but I had decided to take it slow and to enjoy it, instead of rushing to its demise. But I did not expect this.
I am not sure if I will recover…