Twilight by Stephenie Meyer My rating: 4 of 5 stars Imagine, if you will, the epitome of an angsty teenage girl. She lived in an uneventful, small, rural town. She held the age-old belief that she was a uniquely misunderstood individual. In actuality, she was a goody-two-shoes daydreamer with a fear of authority. Her extreme idea of Teen Rebellion™ was painting her nails black, being constantly morose, and giving unnecessary, unsolicited Hot Takes™ about every single topic that might have come up in conversation. If she had been honest with herself, she could have admitted that she was a privileged, boring, white girl whose greatest life trauma was the onset of puberty. Her biggest problems were gym class and the world moving around her much faster than her desire to grow up. Sure, these problems do not seem like that big of a deal, but for a middle school girl, every small issue has the tendency to become a major calamity. And similarly, every interest has the tendency to become