The scenes were dragging out and I found Edward truly annoying. Turns out I don't care too much about his side of the story. I remember reading the first iterations of the story at least a decade ago when I was in high school and I breathed, slept, and ate Twilight. Now, it just feels too little and too late. If anything, it made me think more about how unserious Twilight was. Still love the series though, but nostalgia could not save this book for me. I was Team Jacob.