Twilight, Chapter One: Bella's Blues

I've been feeling charitable toward this book all day. The last couple pages gave off Hitchcockian vibes that I believe were intended. If that atmosphere suffuses the rest of the book, I think Meyer will have succeeded. Maybe not at what she set out to do, but at something pretty impressive.

Bella sets off for school to get away from her creepy dad's creepy shrine to her. My hopes that Meyer's writing has permanently ascended to "not headache-inducing" are dashed by this sentence on page 12:

It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up.

That sentence gives me whiplash. 

( Bella's grumpiness could power ten George Carlins )