After hearing so much about this book, I finally was persuaded to read it. What a disppointment! I can't believe this is being compared to the Harry Potter books, in fact, I'm surprized it got published at all. I would have to say I couldn't imagine what the attraction is, except that I remember being eleven and so 'in love' with Donny Osmond, it hurt.
If you are not a googly-eyed preteen, or at least have the same mentality, you will probably not enjoy this book. 90% of it is just endless descriptions of Edward's eyes, his hair, his chest, etc. etc, ad nauseum, complete with drawn out, boring descriptions of Bella's longings for him. Written in an erotic style, it feels like reading porn, except there's no porn.
The characters are two-dimensional and lacking motivation. What on earth would inspire a 100 year old 'man' to fall in love with an unnattractive, empty-headed, self-centered, 17 year old girl? Smell alone just doesn't cut it for me. I also couldn't stand Bella as the heroine. She is snooty, stuck up and shallow. I think Meyers tries to paint her as self sacrificing, but she just comes across as bitter. None of the humans, who actually seem like friendly people who treat her kindly, seem to be worthy of her attention. I found myself rooting for her death by the end.
Ah, the end - it came all too late for me. And could you BE more predictable? Not a plot twist to be seen anywhere.
This book could have easily been done as a Little Golden Book, and the audience would have been more appropriate.