
So what does this have to do with anything? Stephenie Meyer, the author of the “Twilight” Saga, wrote a solo novel after you-know-what. When compared to some – no, scratch that – when compared to anything, “Twilight” is quite pitiful.

It’s funny when I look back at some book reviews I wrote about “Twilight.” I laugh, but I think I want to cry at how well-done and amazing I thought it was. Now before you stop reading, just know this is not a book review about “Twilight” – heaven forbid. There were Team Jacobs and Team Edwards, horribly made movies and the renewed fandom of vampires and werewolves was born. That is when “Twilight” became a phenomenon.


It was the rave of raves as far as books go that is, next to “Harry Potter,” “The Hunger Games” and the current one, “Divergent.” Remember “Twilight”? The mere mention of it is likely to send a shudder up your spine.
