Stephanie Meyer's Books

The monster inside me was raging. I sat up. Critics were not appreciating Stephanie Meyer's beautiful writing like they should have. I was so full of emotion I sat up in my chair and started pacing around the room. I thought to myself, 'How could they not appreciate her allusions to stuff everyone read in high school, or the way she could draw out a scene with internal dialogue and repetitive actions' I thought. I couldn't handle it anymore and sat up to walk out of the room.