Let me make something clear: I realize that art is subjective. Liking a painting, a song—a book—is influenced by one’s own experiences, personal tastes, even their momentary mood. I realize that and embrace it whole-heartedly. So when I tell you to quit your bitching about Breaking Dawn it is purely out of frustration for what many think to be the general consensus about the book. It’s not my attempt to stifle anyone’s opinions, because God knows that many of them are deserved. My opinion is that all this drama about wanting to re-write the book is complete bullshit. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this 700+ page addition to the romance of Bella and Edward. Could it have been a better book? Sure. Did S. Meyer somehow develop ESP to know what we wanted and made the book absolutely perfect according to us? Of course not. That’s impossible, and expecting such is outrageous. The Twilight series is her story to tell, and, personally, I think she’s done her absolute best in catering to everyone in the audience. She’s allowed certain possibilities into the limelight. Now it’s their time to bow out, and as she is, in fact, the author, that’s her decision to make. I believe that she is the right person to chronicle the story. Perhaps not the best, but the right one. I applaud her for Breaking Dawn. I loved it from start to finish. I really believe that S. Meyer is just trying to entertain us. We should be gracious that she’s continuing to feed our addiction.

As far as the book went, I didn’t find the “addition” to the mythical being lexicon “stupid,” the comparisons to HP7 accurate, or the plot boring at all. I loved the emotional drama and the eventual maturation of most of the characters—something not present in the love triangle in the last two books. The personal flair of first-person narrative was entertaining, especially after the switch. It really highlights just how biased our interpretation of events and characters depending on the subtlety of how the narrator describes them.

After finishing Breaking Dawn, I can sit back in my comfy swivel chair and think, “Damn….That was a good way to spend my first three days of ownership.” My single complaint is its length. It felt like a story that could have been told in two books—but lacked the material to stretch out the second one. It wasn’t rushed; just more almost over-saturating. But that’s okay. It wasn’t nausea-inducing as other books have been, and it displayed a savvy I hadn’t expected from the series since Twilight. As I said, it wasn’t the best book in the history of ever, but it’s not vile enough to deserve the resounding censure I keep hearing. I guess what I want is maturity from the readers, and from the complaints. Put on your big-girl panties and accept that your side of the love triangle didn’t win in the end and quit whining. Breaking Dawn, Bella, Edward, and Jacob are Stephanie Meyer’s creations, and she has the right to do what she wants with them. The least we could do is respect her and her literary decision enough to (especially!) not demand that she rewrite it. Honestly.