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Deeply romantic and extraordinarily suspenseful, Twilight captures the struggle between defying our instincts and satisfying our desires. This is a love story with bite.
"Meyer has, like one of her vampires, turned into something rare and more than merely human.... People do not want to just read Meyer's books; they want to climb inside them and live there." -Time
"Piles on the suspense and romance." -USA Today
"A literary phenomenon." -The New York Times
"[Stephenie Meyer is] the world's most popular vampire novelist since Anne Rice." -Entertainment Weekly
Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I'd never fit in anywhere. I should be tan, sporty, blond - a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps - all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.
Instead, I was ivory-skinned, without even the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete; I didn't have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself - and harming both myself and anyone else who stood too close.
When I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the communal bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel. I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but already I looked sallower, unhealthy. My skin could be pretty - it was very clear, almost translucent- looking - but it all depended on color. I had no color here.
Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn't just physically that I'd never fit in. And if I couldn't find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here?
I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.
I didn't sleep well that night, even after I was done crying. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled the faded old quilt over my head, and later added the pillow, too. But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle.
Thick fog was all I could see out my window in the morning, and I could feel the claustrophobia creeping up on me. You could never see the sky here; it was like a cage.
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me good luck at school. I thanked him, knowing his hope was wasted. Good luck tended to avoid me. Charlie left first, off to the police station that was his wife and family. After he left, I sat at the old square oak table in one of the three unmatching chairs and examined his small kitchen, with its dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and white linoleum floor. Nothing was changed. My mother had painted the cabinets eighteen years ago in an attempt to bring some sunshine into the house. Over the small fireplace in the adjoining handkerchief-sized family room was a row of pictures. First a wedding picture of Charlie and my mom in Las Vegas, then one of the three of us in the hospital after I was born, taken by a helpful nurse, followed by the procession of my school pictures up to last year's. Those were embarrassing to look at - I would have to see what I could do to get Charlie to put them somewhere else, at least while I was living here.
It was impossible, being in this house, not to realize that Charlie had never gotten over my mom. It made me uncomfortable.
I didn't want to be too early to school, but I couldn't stay in the house anymore. I donned my jacket - which had the feel of a biohazard suit - and headed out into the rain.
It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up. The sloshing of my new waterproof boots was unnerving. I missed the normal crunch of gravel as I walked. I couldn't pause and admire my truck again as I wanted; I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood.
Inside the truck, it was nice and dry. Either Billy or Charlie had obviously cleaned it up, but the tan upholstered seats still smelled faintly of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint. The engine started quickly, to my relief, but loudly, roaring to life and then idling at top volume. Well, a truck this old was bound to have a flaw. The antique radio worked, a plus that I hadn't expected.
Finding the school wasn't difficult, though I'd never been there before. The school was, like most other things, just off the highway. It was not obvious that it was a school; only the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop. It looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-colored bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs I couldn't see its size at first. Where was the feel of the institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where were the chain-link fences, the metal detectors?
I parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the door reading FRONT OFFICE. No one else was parked there, so I was sure it was off limits, but I decided I would get directions inside instead of circling around in the rain like an idiot. I stepped unwillingly out of the toasty truck cab and walked down a little stone path lined with dark hedges. I took a deep breath before opening the door.
Inside, it was brightly lit, and warmer than I'd hoped. The office was small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots, as if there wasn't enough greenery outside. The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was manned by a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses. She was wearing a purple t-shirt, which immediately made me feel overdressed.
The red-haired woman looked up. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the immediate awareness light her eyes. I was expected, a topic of gossip no doubt. Daughter of the Chief's flighty ex-wife, come home at last.
"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter to show me.
She went through my classes for me, highlighting the best route to each on the map, and gave me a slip to have each teacher sign, which I was to bring back at the end of the day. She smiled at me and hoped, like Charlie, that I would like it here in Forks. I smiled back as convincingly as I could.
When I went back out to my truck, other students were starting to arrive. I drove around the school, following the line of traffic. I was glad to see that most of the cars were older like mine, nothing flashy. At home I'd lived in one of the few lower-income neighborhoods that were included in the Paradise Valley District. It was a common thing to see a new Mercedes or Porsche in the student lot. The nicest car here was a shiny Volvo, and it stood out. Still, I cut the engine as soon as I was in a spot, so that the thunderous volume wouldn't draw attention to me. I looked at the map in the truck, trying to memorize it now; hopefully I wouldn't have to walk around with it stuck in front of my nose all day. I stuffed everything in my bag, slung the strap over my shoulder, and sucked in a huge breath. I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me. I finally exhaled and stepped out of the truck.
I kept my face pulled back into my hood as I walked to the sidewalk, crowded with teenagers. My plain black jacket didn't stand out, I noticed with relief.
Once I got around the cafeteria, building three was easy to spot. A large black "3" was painted on a white square on the east corner. I felt my breathing gradually creeping toward hyperventilation as I approached the door. I tried holding my breath as I followed two unisex raincoats through the door.
The classroom was small. The people in front of me stopped just inside the door to hang up their coats on a long row of hooks. I copied them. They were two girls, one a porcelain-colored blonde, the other also pale, with light brown hair. At least my skin wouldn't be a standout here.
I took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he saw my name - not an encouraging response - and of course I flushed tomato red. But at least he sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing me to the class. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, but somehow, they managed. I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. It was fairly basic: Bront?, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. That was comforting ... and boring. I wondered if my mom would send me my folder of old essays, or if she would think that was cheating. I went through different arguments with her in my head while the teacher droned on.
When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me.
"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.
"Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me.
"Where's your next class?" he asked.
I had to check in my bag. "Um, Government, with Jefferson, in building six."
There was nowhere to look without meeting curious eyes.
"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way...." Definitely over- helpful. "I'm Eric," he added. I smiled tentatively. "Thanks."
We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. I could have sworn several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop. I hoped I wasn't getting paranoid.
"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" he asked.
"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"
"Three or four times a year."
"Wow, what must that be like?" he wondered.
"Sunny," I told him.
"You don't look very tan."
"My mother is part albino."
He studied my face apprehensively, and I sighed. It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.
We walked back around the cafeteria, to the south buildings by the gym. Eric walked me right to the door, though it was clearly marked.
"Well, good luck," he said as I touched the handle. "Maybe we'll have some other classes together." He sounded hopeful.
I smiled at him vaguely and went inside.
The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself. I stammered, blushed, and tripped over my own boots on the way to my seat.
After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks. I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot. At least I never needed the map.
One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights. I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up.
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. The boy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the room. It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.
They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big - muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.
The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.
And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes - purplish, bruiselike shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.
But all this is not why I couldn't look away.
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful - maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy.
They were all looking away - away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray - unopened soda, unbitten apple - and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.
"Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.
As she looked up to see who I meant - though already knowing, probably, from my tone - suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.
He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance, his face held nothing of interest - it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did. "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said this under her breath.
I glanced sideways at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now, picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers. His mouth was moving very quickly, his perfect lips barely opening. The other three still looked away, and yet I felt he was speaking quietly to them.
Strange, unpopular names, I thought. The kinds of names grandparents had. But maybe that was in vogue here - small town names? I finally remembered that my neighbor was called Jessica, a perfectly common name. There were two girls named Jessica in my History class back home.
"They are ... very nice-looking." I struggled with the conspicuous understatement.
"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle. "They're all together though - Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small town, I thought critically. But, if I was being honest, I had to admit that even in Phoenix, it would cause gossip.
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I am 25 years old, a few friends of mine (ages between 25-30) recommended Twilight. The fact that it is a young adult novel made me over look it. I was finally convinced and absolutely loved it. I read Twilight and New Moon in 4 nights. Thats 1200 pages! It is a beautiful romance novel, obviously Sci-Fi, but very well written. Now I just started Eclipse, still page turning!
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Posted March 17, 2009
This series was suggested to me by a friend. I read the first book in about a day and decided to finish the series. They were okay, but not the best thing I had read by far. The main characters are flat and boring. Bella is needy and very dependent on other people. The relationship between her and Edward is not rational or healthy, and teenage girls should not think that having a complete mental breakdown after someone leaves you is okay. Your boyfriend should not be totally controlling who you see, and what you do.<BR/>The plot did not take form until 3/4 of the way into each book, and adjectives were thoroughly abused throughout the series. It gets very tedious when Edward is described in every sentence. I don't quite understand all the hype about these books. it just goes to show you many teenage girls will obsess over anything with the word "love" in it.
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Posted November 16, 2008
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I unfortunately see many tweenies come in to read this series. The writing style seems fantastic, making the book a quick read, but much too repetative with descri[tice. (You can only use granite, marble and stone so many times before it becomes a bore.) My major problem? The potential Stephenie Meyer showed. Edward shows little emotion and no development whatsoever, merely acting as a glitter-filled Hallmark card. Bella plays the clueless Mary Sue, never appreciating what she has, and has a very unhealthy and unnatural obsession with Edward. (Because, you know, he cuts her breakes because he loves her!) Jacob was one of the few characters who displayed a noteable amount of improvement, and Meyer was too quick to throw in a happy, fairy-tale ending. If, for some godforsaken reason, you decide to let your daughter read this, please, please PLEASE make sure that they are at the very least 16 years old and have experienced or seen a healthy relationship, in real life. Also take caution when reading the fourth book. The grossness factor about triples and will make the average reader a bit uncomfortable. <BR/><BR/>Not to mention, it costs more to buy to boxed set in store than it does the individual hard covers. Don't waste your time OR money. Invest in real literature, not bad fanfiction you could find online for free.
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Posted December 3, 2010
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amazing from the very begining to the very end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Such a great series from start to finish. The first book, Twilight, was my favorite, but there were a few good twists along the way. Can only recommend.
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Posted November 1, 2008
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So why should yet another book about vampires and werewolves matter?<BR/><BR/>That's just it--the Twilight series isn't just about vampires and werewolves. If anything, it's about humanity, and how one can find it within the hearts of those whose hearts don't necessarily beat.<BR/><BR/>Some of the characters are totally unreal according to our empirical knowledge. But they all feel such human emotions. It's comforting and exciting to know that even these glorious porcelain beasts and loyal wolves can go through what we ordinary humans go through.<BR/><BR/>But the heroine, Bella Swan, the most ordinary of humans, is faced with everything extraordinary: forbidden sexual attraction, obsessive love and life-threatening events to name a few. We see this pawn go through life and become a queen.<BR/><BR/>Its "Young Adult" categorization is misleading. The content is entirely mature, and it only becomes more so as the series progresses. Give it a try. Keep in mind that the first book, by default, must be expositional. It may read a bit like a teenage girl's bubblegum-pink-colored diary. But keep reading her adolescence, because, as you'll recall, you too had to grow up once.<BR/><BR/>- inv1able
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Posted January 13, 2008
Ok, so for about three weeks I was cornered by atleast a dozen friends speaking about twilight, the must-read book of the season apparantly, and every one of them was utterly in love with edward. I finally decided I HAD to read the book after mentioning it to my English teacher who quickly replied 'You have to read it. But Edward Cullen is MINE', that totally tipped the glass, and I immediately got to reading. Not only did I read the entire series in less than a week, but EDWARD and BELLA became an awkward addiction.. I have read many books that have left me with my heart in my hand 'ex. The Kite Runner [EXCELLENt BOOK], The Alchemist, Veronika Decides to die', from varying themes and stories.. yet none has left me as mezmorised as these page turning novels..I'm still thinking of Edward now.
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Posted August 15, 2008
When I picked up Twilight, I was fully expecting to be under-whelmed, and while I wasn¿t completely disappointed, the book wasn¿t great either. The admittedly original plot can¿t compensate for the flat, one-dimensional characters. Isabella ¿Bella¿ Swan, the series protagonist, has little self-confidence and seems completely incapable of getting through an entire day without Edward by her side, despite his constant condescending remarks toward her concerning her clumsiness and her general ¿human-ness¿, which can¿t compare to Edward and the rest of the Cullens¿s heightened abilities and physical perfection, the result of the family being vampires. Twilight has next-to no character development, and the characters seem to regress back even further in the following book, New Moon - in which Bella spends the first half of the back wallowing in a depression brought on by Edward¿s leaving - with the exception of Jacob Black, the books¿ saving grace in the form of a boy-werewolf Bella befriends, who, though a fantastic character with his snarky remarks and boyish personality, cannot make up for the utter flatness of his fellow characters. I¿m a fifteen year old girl and fall right into the series demographic, but still fail to see the draw of series. While most girls are fawning over Edward and his vampire cohorts, I¿d take Harry Potter, with its brilliantly fleshed-out characters and page-turning plot over Twilight any day.
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Posted December 13, 2008
When I was in seventh grade some people bagan talking about Twilight, I thought that they were all mad and that it would be a stupid read so I neglected to read it. Two years later when I was in High School I thought that it might not be all that bad to give it a try, I mean really I am into fiction and love stories so hey why not. It was upon reading the first word of Twilight that I fell in love with my now favorite books.<BR/><BR/>I read Twilight is a matter of hours, having girlish giggle fit every so often. This book was amazing, from every corny vampire line to the deeply romantic love of Edward and Bella ( Bedward). I love this book. The next day I began reading New Moon. <BR/><BR/>I had heard from many people that this was the worst of the books and I must sadly agree. This book was well writen but I find that when edward breaks Bella's heart for her saftey he was breaking mine as well. Then of course you get to met Jocob the hottest warewolf ever, and I find that I like his character but could not help getting mad at Bella for being so whiney. This books happy ending pulled me out of my depression however and I was ready for the next book.<BR/><BR/>Eclispe turned out to be one of my favorites. I did not really like all the Edward, Jacob I love you both drama, but it was enjoyable. In the end you learn that Bella chooses Edward ( who wouldn't) and Bella and Edward plan to get married.<BR/><BR/>Breaking Dawn which is the forth book is also one of my favorites ( note that it is slightly bedroom grafic for younger children).In the first section the wedding and honeymoon made me so happy it was like fate for them to be together, then the pregnancy. I found that the section from Jocob's point of view was my least favorite of the three sections though. This section just made me want to cry a lot but it all worked out in the end. At the end of the Twilight sega which rapts up with Bella becoming a vampire and her and Edward having a baby and getting to live happily ever after made me so happy i could barley contian it. This series was amamzing and I plan to read it 100,000,000,000,000 more times because it is just that good.<BR/><BR/>I read these books in three days so if you plan to give them for gifts make sure you give them all four and not just one. I recomend this to every older high school student who loves a Romea and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, olny without the lovers dying. Better lines, more family and a happy ending.
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This is an excellent series and definitely makes a great gift! If you know someone who loves to read about adventure, romance, and vampires then this series will be perfect for them.
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Posted December 29, 2010
I would type in all caps to convey my fury aimed at the crowd of nitwits who consider this a nice piece of work, but even I can't stand people who write in caps lock for everything.
This book is makeshift toilet paper for when I go camping.
The writing itself is far below what is considered to be teenage level reading. Also, I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed thus far, but the word 'chagrin' pops up innumerably throughout the series.
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Posted November 9, 2010
At first i did not know who this author was.Then i watched twilight.I loved the movie.Picked up the first book twilight,And i fell in love with the books. She is a good writer.This box set will make a good christmas gift to someone..!!
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Posted December 24, 2010
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the worst book series ever written!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted November 17, 2008
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I happen to be in my mid 30's and wanted to start up reading again and after reading all the Sookie Stackhouse novels all 8 in 7 days....I needed something else to sink my teeth into (no pun intended) and when the trailer for Twilight started popping up online I knew that that would be my next good reading...I actually felt like I was 16 all over again wishing that vampires were real and that I could find someone jus like Edward Cullen....for those of you who love vampire stories and movies this is a real good read..Stephenie Meyer depicts these vampires like no other and there is no comparing her to Anne Rice she is in a league of her own..... I actually finished the whole saga (all 4 books) in just 3 days...see how addicting this saga can be.
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Posted June 1, 2009
About a year ago, my whole sixth grade class became obsessed with the Twilight series. One girl girl in my class (I'm sure you have one too) was in love with the series and Edward. After I read all the available books, I came to the conclusion that they were okay. Boring, but okay. When Breaking Dawn came out, I was pretty excited and I borrowed it from a friend. A few chapters in, I was completeley disapointed. This book was so dull. It's obvious that Stephanie Meyer is an Edward fangirl herself because he is a complete Mary-Sue. For anyone who doesn't know what a Mary-Sue is, they're book characters who are completely perfect. Breaking Dawn was also predictable, everything turned out the way I expected it to. Even the previously mentioned Twilight fangirl was disapointed. The thing that annoys me the most about Bella is that she never takes care of her own problems, someone else always solves them for her. The main thing that ruined this series completely, was the Twilight movie. Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson are horrible actors. That's all I'm going to say although I could complain for hours. The good news is, our class, now seventh grade has discovered some new better book series'. Namely the Mortal Instruments series. Even our class Edward obsessed girl is getting over her obsession in favor of this series. So, let me conclude by telling you Twilight fans to read the following books; City of Bones, The Hunger Games, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The True Meaning of Smekday, and City of Ember. You will be amazed by what else is out there.
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Posted January 13, 2009
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each of these books in an amazing.I love, love, love them.I have never read something like this.I read the four books in over a week, all of them. I just couldn't stop reading them.After I finished reading them, I didn't know what to do with myself, I felt so empty.I wish there's another book at least close to these books.Don't waste your time get the books right away, you'll love them.
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Posted May 4, 2011
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this is the worst book series ever made!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted April 20, 2011
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this is the worst book series ever made!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted November 13, 2010
this series is crappiely wrighten if your going to read a paranormal romance series git one that talks more then about edwards looks and jacobs hunky body read the house of night series i am a boy and love romances and love vampires i love the house of night series it actualey talks about the caracters and it takes you into a diffrent world
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