Yes! Finally somebody takes a serious look at the literary quality of the Twilight series (not just fantasizing about Edward's perfect topaz eyes) and sees it for what it is: crap. You can read it here.
The typical Twilight fangirl response to this would be (after shocked and indignant gasps of horror), "Well have you even Breaking Dawn?" No, I have not read the crowning finale to the series. I don't need to. I got through the first book, but couldn't get more than a few chapters into New Moon because Bella's pages of whining and pining over Edward wasn't going anywhere, and I had better things to do then trudge through an empty plot. I was given the rundown on the plot of the rest of the books: Bella and Edward get married, there's crazy violent sex that leaves Bella battered and bruised, then there's a pregnancy which rips her apart (literally), she nearly dies, but then Edward finally makes her a vampire to save her. All the while Edward is beautifully moody about the dire nature of his soul, Bella assures him he's a perfect being, and Jacob the werewolf sulks in the corner.
And this is the great romance of our times? Bella, a wholly undeveloped character, falls madly in love with Edward, also an undeveloped character (besides detailed description of his physique), for reasons unstated. Her passion is so intense that his leaving causes her nightmares and an addiction for danger. When Bella is with Edward she's constantly in a state of physical pain and peril. She literally wants to die for him. She wants him to kill her so they can be together forever. And this is the romance millions of girls (and women) are falling all over themselves to have? The ultimate goal is death by love? What? That kind of love is unhealthy. It's a dangerous pathology that leads to battered women.
So can we please calm down with the Twilight hysteria and look for a love story of substance?