The Twilight series built its fandom on huge, pulsating, throbbing, shiny shiny heaps of ethically twitchy girly wish fulfillment. The "final" book, Breaking Dawn, was the biggest, shiniest, most pulsating heap of wish fulfillment of all, a professionally written version of the eternal, deathless "happy family" fanfic.* And yet the readers rejected it. Why? Where did the book's emotional appeal go wrong?