by Stephenie Meyer
Little, Brown HK$104
I doubt anything I could say about Breaking Dawn will persuade you to read it or chuck it in the bin. You either love Stephenie Meyer's hybrid of teen romance and horror, or hate it. And as this is Twilight's fourth and final instalment (until the next one, that is), your mind is probably made up by now. On the plus side, there is plenty of action: a final showdown between the Cullens, the Wolves and the Volturi. You learn whether Bella chooses a life as the undead, a werewolf or just an ordinary American teen. Most importantly, you discover how Bella dissects her heart between the vampiric Edward Cullen and her flesh and blood (and fangs and tail) paramour, Jacob Black. Woof, woof. The problems? Well, it's too long, the prose clunks like two coffins banging together and some of the subplots (between Jacob and Esme Cullen, for instance) are weird-verging-on-immoral. Worst of all, nothing really happens. This book should have been called False Dawn. Almost every dramatic obstacle is stated, restated and stated again until Meyer is blue in the face only to vanish like a puff of smoke. If these are 21st-century conceptions of power, love and conflict, they are shallow indeed.