Repetitive.

I finished reading Eclipse, the third in the Twilight saga, yesterday. It was marginally better than the first two, even though the writing hadn’t improved much. At least the mentions of Edward’s perfectly white, icy cold, hard as stone skin had calmed down. Only problem – it was replaced by Jacob’s fantastically hot, russet coloured skin. Oh, and that’s hot in the sense of hot to touch. Oh, and then there was the hole in Bella. Oh gosh, did that get boring. Repetition is good, in its place, but Meyer over-uses it. Every single page is the same, with tiny little differences.

So, even though the repetition was driving me nuts, if I’d have had Breaking Dawn to hand I would have started reading it. But I didn’t, so instead I started reading the partial draft of Midnight Sun that is on Meyer’s website. This one is written from Edward’s POV,  and do you know, not much better. The only thing I see is that now I wouldn’t even sympathise with his character. And that it would have been a way to make money off the rewritten contents of the first book. Talk about a steal.

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On things other than perfect vampires and their not-so-perfect girlfriends, I’m going nowhere with the poetry. I’ve not even thought about it for the last four days. I’ve been feeling too blah, too down, to concentrate. I seriously need a mental kick to get me moving again, but I seem to have caught myself on mental barbed wire.

Hmph. Definitely not myself at the minute.