Swords, Roses, and Feminism!

Spoiler alert: Edward gets the girl. He almost kills her several times in the process, too. He leaves for her protection, and she goes into a comatose state of depression.
If this story is, at best, a cautionary tale, then it shouldn’t be propogated as an amazing love story. Bella is a bland character with no personality and Edward is a creepy stalker and the whole plot has more holes than swiss cheese.
I mean, why do the Cullens come out in society at all? Why not just be hermits if they care so much about leaving human beings alone? Jasper is still iffy with the whole “thou shalt not eat humans” thing. Why do they force him to go to high school over and over, exposing him to constant temptation?
Why send the “children” to high school over and over? Edward’s intelligence/awareness of the world is clearly demonstrated. Why doesn’t he take the fact that he has an eternity and try to cure cancer or aids or world hunger? Why does his life revolve around a teenage girl?
There is something fundamentally… off-putting about her writing. 
Not to mention the terrible grammatical abuses.
Now, when discussing literature, it’s comparable to evaluating art, in my opinon. What counts as “good art”? Is it merely something that causes a reaction, no matter what that reaction is? Does “good art” require some degree of difficulty, or can anyone shit on the ground and call it art?
It’s the same, in my opinion, with literature. One should have a grasp of the basics of the language in which one writes. Of course, there are stories written in different formats, such as stream of conscious or in conversational tones, but the thing about Meyer’s writing is that her grammar errors do not seem deliberate, as though she is placing herself in the head of a young teenager who might use slipshod grammar everywhere. It comes off as “I had this idea, I put it on a page, and I sent it to my publisher.” Basically, the piss christ of books without even the dignity of using a fancy lens.