Midnight Sun

I expected to thoroughly hate this book, if I'm being entirely honest. I've grown so far beyond my attachment to the original series, which saw me though some of my darkest teenage years.

And don't get me wrong, it still has all the troublesome and problematic writing that is trademark of a Stephanie Meyer book, but I enjoyed it anyways.

The older and more well read you get, the harder it is to stop analysing books and just absorb and enjoy them. But with this, it was like slipping on an old, worn jumper. Familiar and comfortable. I knew all the characters and the story, but there was just enough new content to make it feel fresh while still familiar.
I enjoyed it for all the reasons you enjoy reading fanfiction.

Though, let me be clear, this is still utter trash and it reads dangerously too similar to the memoir of a serial killer that, after the EL James' take on BDSM fiasco, I have actual worries that this will be how girls think men are supposed to be.

Spoiler alert: they're not and if they act like this, they're going to stab you in your sleep. Run!