Are you Edward Cullen? No. Then stop creeping.
Are you Edward Cullen? No. Then stop creeping.
“Thematically inconsistent! And she chose Edward! Fond of Edward though I am, they obviously aren’t right for each other. And Reneesmee? What kind of ill-conceived name is that?! And as a man named Sherlock, I know of what I speak!” And then he whirled off again, shouting “What wasted potential! A literary examination of the nature of free-will? No, instead we get fifty pages of Bella’s damn wedding and Victorian notions of childbirth.”