Our Intrepid Heroine

Dear god, the pain doesn't stop. I wanted to chuck the book against the wall every few pages in frustration.

See, I'd almost liked Jacobwolf before this book happened. Then Meyer just made him into a jackass, which made this bloody mess very difficult to read. I generally like to care about the well-being of at least one of the characters in books that I read. My irritated ambivalence morphed into complete disdain, and I really hated everyone involved in this franchise by the end of the book.

For the record: Tequila? Doesn't help. This is one of those series I kind of wanted to kill with fire. Except not really, because burning books is loathsome, even if they're loathsome books.

Cultural phenomenon: remains inexplicable. Why do people like this series?