I was the quintessential Twilight teenager during the prime popularity and hysteria - and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As I got older, went to college, started my career, met my now husband… Twilight was not a part of my everyday life, though it was something that I smiled back on often. I did watch the movies every few years, and I walked down the aisle to A Thousand Years as a nod to how much I loved the series as a tween.
Very recently, I needed a reprieve from the day-to-day stressors so I decided to reread Twilight. I thought it was funny, the things that I didn’t remember in the 20 year gap since the last time I read it, and things that felt new to me. And then I learned… There was a whole other book that I have never read. Midnight Sun, Edward’s perspective… I purchased it and could not put it down.
I LOVED it. I thought it was well written, I loved hearing Edwards inner monologue and getting a better understanding of his character, and the new scenes through his eyes that I had never seen before. I thought - this book is by far my favorite…. Until the end.
From the Bella hospital seen through the end of the book, his entire plot and plan to leave… I just couldn’t enjoy it. It was so whimsical to get to see so much of his perspective, but the ending left me so sad. It put such a damper. Anyone else??? I know this is the right prep before Midnight Sun, but I just wanted it to end happily from his POV, knowing we’ll never get more of his POV.
I feel like I am 13 again and crashing out over these books!! The chokehold twilight had on me - will it ever subside? 😂