Now that everything’s back to normal, the love between Bella and Edward continued, only to have Jacob Black trailing behind. After some tug-of-war, they somehow cooperated to keep her safe.
Parts were action packed- it was almost impossible to stop turning pages.
Parts though- were pre-foreplays. What’s with the tall, dark, muscular, feverishly warm body descriptions? What’s with the bed-testing? In a supposedly cool vampire novel, pre-foreplay is one too many. There's no way that Ms Meyer was listening to Muse while writing this.
Sadly now, Eclipse could no longer claim its nearing-cult status. If I am allowed to generalized, it could easily fall under Harlequin soft-porn.
Perhaps I will receive death threats after slashing Eclipse. Sorry fangirls and boys around the world. It was way too much for me this time.
But I'm not done with temptation and curiosity. Not just yet.