"Twilight" Derangement Syndrome from Princeton

Oh, I feel much better about my own raging case of TDS after reading this from the blog component of the Daily Princetonian campus newspaper. A student journalist and book reviewer demolishes the "Twilight" book series.

La Parisienne, this one's all yours. Blurb:

But, as you may have heard, there is virtually no Edward in the second book, New Moon, and that’s where things start to fall apart. You start to realize that, hell, this book is all about some self-indulgent, prissy, ridiculously sexually frustrated, needy teenage girl who spends half her time bemoaning her fate and the other half messing up other people’s lives . . .

Regrettably, I assumed that Meyer was working up to some big thrill, a real shocker that was going to turn the series around and make up for hundreds of pages of sloppy angst. I assumed, kept assuming, and kept waiting, right until the end of the fourth book, which ended in the most ridiculously anticlimactic battle scene I have ever had the misfortune of reading.