No.
You know, before I read Twilight, I was firmly convinced that people have the right to enjoy whatever they please. Many would heap scorn upon my obsession with Star Wars, and every argument I would make fell upon deaf ears. As such, I felt a peculiar kinship with these people; they liked something outside of the norm, something not everyone would be on board with. Why did they deserve so much crap for liking something that didn't fall in line with most other people's interests?
Then I read the book.
Every poorly-constructed sentence, every instance of Edward and Bella looking longingly at one other, the climax that exists solely because you can't have a vampire novel without someone getting ****ed up led to everything negative everyone said being wholly justified.
I will never forgive the lady in question for subjecting me to that, I will never forgive Ms. Meyer for writing it. I will never forgive the publisher for thinking it might be something someone might want to eventually read. My faith in literature, art and humanity was destroyed completely.
I might not like the films of, say, James Cameron, but I can at least respect the craftsmanship, and that even if his pictures are essentially cliche-ridden nonsense, something important happens whenever he directs a film. Meyer contributes nothing to anything. She documents her sex dreams and sells them by the ton.