I understand why this appeals to teen girls the way it does – I have to admit that it took me back to that semi-obsessive-very-self-involved state we all lived in starting around 14.

So while parts of the book definitely have their moments, the rest is spent largely as the fantasy of self-involved teen girls everywhere. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing for teen girls, but 100-year-old vampires that had long ago given up on love but never succumbed to any form of lustful curiosity simply are more than just a bit off the charts.

But, hey, isn’t that what we all wanted when we were in Junior High – the perfect Adonis wanted by all with mythical powers who could take our very breath away with one kiss who had never so much as been interested in a single solitary soul before he saw us?