and:its premise is that the hot, broken guy who breaks into your house to draw you while you sleep wants to wait until marriage...
No mention of the meadow scene there, in which Edward is nearly overcome by the scent of Bella's throat. I don't think this man has actually read the books; seriously, I think he's winging it....a young female protagonist, and a vampire love interest who does not even try to eat her.
Neville Cardus, a cricket writer for the Manchester Guardian in the thirties, forties and fifties, once absconded early from a match because he had a hot date with an aristocratic socialite whom, chivalrously, he refused ever to name, always referring to her as "Milady". The batting side were sure to lose, their last man was "in" and they were over 100 runs in arrears. To his consternation, a friend in the press box sent him an urgent telegram to warn him that the batters had won! He was forced to fake an article describing the victorious last wicket partnership in detail, played while he elsewhere, was up to no good with "Milady". Cardus got away with it because he knew a lot about all the players involved and could imagine a convincing account of what must have taken place.
Mr McGreevy, however, knows not a great deal about the Twilight characters, how they interact, and how their imagined world works. Mr McGreevy needed to actually read the books and take notes as well if he wanted to produced a detailed and circumstantial account of their egregious rubbishness, as clearly he did want to do. He didn't do his homework; it was too much trouble.