I made a £3 donation to The British Heart Foundation, and in return, I received a copy of this (in)famous book, so that I could judge it for myself, without contributing to Meyer's bulging coffers.
I was disappointed - not because it was tosh (which it is
), but because it was nowhere near as bad as I expected, though it doesn't exactly sparkle
It is not my sort of book at all - not even when I was in the target age group - but the six chapters and numerous other snippets I read were not terribly written (though I certainly wouldn't say it was well written, either).
I found the dull but excitable, and not especially intelligent teenage first-person narration infuriating, but nevertheless plausible.
It was very clichéd teenage stuff, with all the subtlety of using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. But lots of people like that, and why shouldn't they?
Overall, I'm no longer baffled at its success (though remain surprised at the number of older adults that enjoy it).