A Review of Author Stephanie MeyerWhy You Should Give an Ounce of Credit to Stephanie MeyerNow, before I start this essay, don't get me wrong: I do not like Meyer. I don't like her work, I don't like her writing, I don't even like the way she handles fan mail. I read Twilight, hated it, and moved on with my life. I haven't watched any of the movies, because screw those, and the only other work I've read of hers is the first chapter or two of Breaking Dawn. And I only read that because it somehow made its way into my family's garage sale and I wanted to see if she had improved at all since her first book. But more on that later. So, is this essay somewhat biased? Absolutely.
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