Why this book?
Okay, I hear you. Maybe you’re saying that a hundred-year age gap is creepy and that the Twilight books are trite, overly dramatic, and way too hyped for what they truly are. Maybe. But c’mon, tell me you didn’t swoon when the century-old vampire with the mussed-up hair and sparkly skin fell for the klutzy outcast, Bella. I know I did. Twilight was a guilty pleasure that I read on a Bahamian beach with a drink in hand. It got me started on my love for YA fantasy romances, and most importantly, if I hadn’t picked up this book those many years ago, I don’t think I would have ever tried my hand at writing my own YA fantasy novel. So, thank you, sparkly Edward and clumsy Bella. I owe you one.