Chronicles of Schofield

I finally just finished reading this today.....I'm a little speechless....and not in a good way.

I remember being so swept up in Twilight last year and reading it in like a day dude! I didn't feel like the book was earth shatteringly deep or anything, just fun and light. My sweet friend Tylee gave me New Moon with some goodies after I had Tade and I kept trying to read it. For some reason it didn't draw me in like the first one had- maybe my life has been a bit more distracting this time around. So I finally buckled down and read it, and I have to be honest, Bella was really annoying. She was melodramatic, immature, whiney, and the perfect example of the way a teenagers idea of love is merely a manifestation of lust and desire. I know I'm going to get in trouble for voicing these opinions, but maybe I shouldn't expect so much out of a young adult book. Real love is about sacrafice, years of sludging through hard times together, really knowing oneanother just for starters. I felt like Bella was acting so ridiculous and absurd when she had her little episodes acting like life couldn't go on without her sexy cold statue vampire man. I give props to Stephenie Meyer for writing these books because they do help you escape to another world, but I expect a little more in a love story, and maybe I'd just rather read about the true account of Joe Bob getting lost in the amazon for thirty years and learning how he lived on grubs and pond water while falling in love with the local tribal lady widowed with fifteen children who nursed him back to health after he had to cut off both his legs- I'm more impressed by that story. Holy longest sentence of my life!

But I must say this.... Edward, if you can hear me, I want you to know that I can't go on living without you....I'm drawn to your white, pale-ish, cold, concrete like skin, I want to gaze into your red bloodshot eyes and feel your icey hand caress my face.....I love being in your presence knowing that at any moment you're going to sink your sharp dagger teeth into my fragile skin and embalm me like a mortician, and that you can carry me on your back and run through the forest while branches slap me in the face......get real. I'd rather cuddle with a porcupine and watch Oprah while eating a carton of ice cream.

Tell me what you think, have you read the books, do you agree or disagree? Am I being too harsh?