I get the angst, truly I do, but geez Louise, I wanted to bash my head up against the wall after a while. But as I said, at least every other word wasn't beautiful or a descriptor there of.

I seriously raised an eyebrow when I got to the blank chapters. Why put them in at all when you can just say, "After four months, I was still in mourning and it had reached levels of epic proportions." Maybe Meyer was going for the dramatic?