It is a truth universally acknowledged that Stephenie Meyer’s best-selling Twilight series is an offence to both literature and feminism. There’s just no escaping from the gruesome, outrageous portrait of male domination that all four books promote. In the unlikely hypothesis that you’ve managed to ignore the phenomenon for four years and two Hollywood blockbusters, let me quickly outline the accursed story to you. In a rainy town of Washington state, clumsy, insignificant little Bella Swan falls irrevocably in love with His Sparkliness Edward Cullen, high school heartthrob and a vampire.

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