If you’ve been in a bookstore at all in the past year, you have probably seen Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer ( WEBSITE ). The cover is black with a pair of snow white hands cradling a tantalizing red apple. Having a semi-secret penchant for vampires, I decided to check it out. The story is easy and immediately fun to read. Although it is riddled with teen angst, Meyer’s character development and choice of setting, rainy Forks, Washington, drew me in enough to overlook the sometimes tedious melodrama. Before I knew it, all 544 pages of Twilight were over and I was clamoring for the next book, New Moon. A little disappointing and a little long (608 pages), I stuck it out with New Moon and in the end there was enough to pull me into the third installment, Eclipse. I enjoyed this one almost as much as the first and was happy to have it propel me into the fourth. But if you, reader, make it that far, don’t bother with the fourth and final novel, Breaking Dawn. It promises a lame plot and stupid character names. Okay, really just one supremely dumb name, but couple that with a disappointing story line and see how you feel. I almost put the book down without finishing. It really sucks to end a series with a rotten tomato like Stephenie Meyer did with Breaking Dawn because it taints the whole series. I cannot, in good conscience, recommend this series to anyone because I was so disappointed in the end, even though there were some strong moments. Twilight was a great first book, but it led me into the second which sealed my fate. My final verdict: skip it.