At times, the main character, Bella, reminded me of Mia Thermopolis. She falls over a lot. She was also, on occasion, Buff-ully sarcastic—she referred to Edward (the love interest) as a "Stupid, shiny Volvo owner". (Taken out of context, I guess that doesn't work the same way. But trust me. It was a total Joss Whedon line).
But that was only occasionally.
Okay, so I wasn't hugely impressed with the writing. There's only so many times that you can refer to someone's skin as "ivory" or "marble". I get it. The guy is very pale and very cold.
And, of course, very beautiful. I also got a little tired of the word "perfect".
That said, I read the whole thing yesterday. It was one of those books where I glanced down and realized that I'd read two hundred pages in what seemed like fifteen minutes. Couldn't stop.
The twist being, in this case, that the male lead is a vampire. (Who, I was relieved to find, looked nothing like Angel—he is all tortured like Angel, though). Stephenie Meyer has a very new set of rules for vampires. I liked them, though purists might not.