I hoped the writing would have gotten better in this second part. It hadn't.
Luckily, the story did improve although my fondness of Bella went down the drain. I could relate to her, but still felt like shaking and slapping her back to reality.. But I guess that black&white tunnel vision is what makes the teenage romance so unconditionally and irrecoverably wonderful.
In this rehash of Shakespeare's most tragic love story, I seriously rooted for Paris.. How about that Jake Black fanclub??
