A guilty pleasure

So I finished reading Twilight, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. My mom said it's like one of those fluffy dogs that, when wet, are nothing but skin and bones. I mostly agree with her, but I think that reading it is like eating those yummy little powdered donuts. They have no nutritive value and they aren't even very filling, but after you finish the box, you can't help going out and getting two more boxes. Even though I couldn't put the book down, I didn't feel any differently after I read it than I had before I started it...but yeah, I'll read the other two. I hope this isn't offensive to anyone who loves these books. I had to keep reminding myself that at least teenage girls are reading, and are reading books that are relatively clean and moral. I would way rather they read these books than those horrid travelling pants books. For those of you who are craving something mentally nutritious after all those donuts, try Crossing to Safety by Wallace Stegner. It's also a book about relationships, but you don't have to hear about swooning over perfect features or Edward's smell.