Well, that kind of spoils it. But I heard at the end you find out "John Galt" is a much-repaired teddy bear stuffed with twenties glaring malevolently out at the world from the back of the closet, the one remaining black button eye pasted on with glue.
Twilight is... well, it's written for teen aged girls. A 17-year-old girl moves from Phoenix to a small town in Seattle, falls electrically in love with a beautiful school mate, a vampire, naturally, and he falls for her too, and they do a long, long dance over, um, being "eaten".
I'm more than halfway through and willing to read on to the end, even as I know this is but book one of three. Freely feely, emotion overwhelming, intuitions guiding action, touching and swooning, and beauty in stark over-abundance, and then going to class. I must be getting clucky or something.