The book’s just cotton candy for the brain! Why is that a problem?
You know what, if you read these books because they’re useless fluff, and you get a kick out of it, I really don’t have a problem with that. I just happen to be reading them because they’re useless fluff and I can’t stand it. The problem is when people (i.e., 15-year-olds and repressed older women) read these and actually think they’re good. Read a Tolkein. Read a G.R.R.Martin. Read an Anne Rice, for God’s sake. Just don’t read Meyer for her vast understanding and artful use of the English language and the conventions and elements of a story. It’s about as fulfilling as… well, cotton candy.