The funny thing about the Twilight series is that I heard about the series positively first, and negatively much, much later. I had heard the hype about them and brought them with me on holiday where I had very limited access to the internet and so also missed the backlash. This meant I read the first three without seething rage coursing through my veins and did not start the book looking for mistakes, but instead looking for good things.
Good things... Well, Stephanie Meyer at least made the potential for a story. That's good. The main character is essentially blankbread slate and the voodoo shit is at least explained as well as it is in Harry Potter (which isn't really saying much, but it's ok) meaning it could have been ok enough. I think it would have been perfect if it was told as the story of a sociopathic teenage girl's rise to popularity and insidious power as she unlocks her latent ability to destroy the masquerade the Vatican Vampires had spent centuries trying to protect, plunging humanity into the horrors of the parasites living amongst them whilst on a personal level she struggles to find a balance between trying to hold onto all her lovers, torturing all her lovers and keeping control of her lovers. I especially liked the potential Dakota Fanning Ross Redhead vampire bitch had going; making vampire armies! Awesome!
All in all, asides from the lack of a conclusion as satisfying as the end of matrix 3, poor character development and grammar mistakes on every page it's readable, perhaps as a public fanfic reading for a twitch stream charity event.