Ok. So what can I say? My inner feminist was writhing in pain the entire time, but my inner teenage girl was absolutely screaming. Stephanie Meyer has really improved with her writing...and she now seems to be aware of the harm of blindly accepting everything your stalker throws at you and falling in love anyway. It's better if there is awareness, right? Also he's a vampire. That's how vampires operate, duh. In short, I loved it. Sue me.