I just finished Stephenie Meyer's Breaking Dawn which, like the first three novels, I read in less than 24 hours. But even as I continue to read and buy her books, I find myself increasingly discombobulated. There are so many things to like. The deeply romantic "girl-gets-swept off her feet by two knights in shining armor' plot. The fact that 'Bella is loved because she exists - not because she does everything right - and deep down this is what we all want -- to be loved for our very existence', as Janna pointed out; being loved for our very existence should be (I believe is) an inalienable right. And yet, believing as I do -- in the importance of moving ourselves to the center of our life story, I've found myself in a surprising love/hate relationship with Meyer's books.