I read three chapters of twilight on a whim because it was sitting in my bathroom. It's horrendous. Like, incredibly, superhumanly bad. And yet it makes perfect sense as a novel book collection of words inanely strung together for teenage girls and their unsatisfied middle-aged mothers. Because it's the "bad boy" fantasy writ large. It's this guy who has the capacity to do her significant harm (i.e., kill her), the profound and quasi-sexual desire to do her significant harm (because her blood is sweet or something gross like that), but won't do her any harm because "he loves her." This is the kind of bullshit some women want to believe, sort of like, "the force of my love is going to tame my jerk of a boyfriend." And it's like, nope, your jerk of a boyfriend will continue to be a jerk, and the sex will continue to be good until he starts liking it a little bit rougher than you. Which actually happens in the book. Hmm... basically it's a fantasia on idealized "dark" masculine figures, which contains some vague masochistic elements and is attracted to aggression (and sexual "need" metaphorized into Edward's "need" for her perfect-for-him blood) in sexuality. Interestingly enough, Edward probably is an ISTj, or at least, is meant to be an ISTj, which, yes, would lead me to believe that Stephanie Meyers in all likelihood portrays Bella as ENFj.