The fourth book
I finally found the fourth book in the Twilight series on Wednesday at, of all places, the local bookstore downtown. It was the last copy. In fact, it was the last copy of any of the books in the series, so, as Megan just said on the phone, it was fate.
I was extremely excited to dive in, but by the time I got halfway into the Jacob section, my eyes were starting to glaze over. I find now that with every paragraph I think to myself "Okay, we get it." Plus, characters who were previously insightful are now portrayed as a bit dopey, seemingly for the sake of not moving the plot along in an effort to create tension. I'm a little disappointed, and unlike the first three, don't feel as compelled to pick it up. Perhaps it's just the particular section I'm reading and it will get better once the plot actually does move forward.
The other thing that's grating about this book, which is something that started picking at me during the third one, is the continuation of all of the emotional "I can barely bring myself to say this because I'm so afraid to hurt you" whispering that goes on. I hope I don't have to read ..."she/he/Jacob/Bella/Edward whispered," too many more times. Mumble, confide, murmur, mutter...