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by Stephenie Meyer

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About three things I was absolutely positive:
First, Edward was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him–and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be–that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Isabella Swan's move to Forks, a small, perpetually rainy town in Washington,

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About three things I was absolutely positive:
First, Edward was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him–and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be–that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Isabella Swan's move to Forks, a small, perpetually rainy town in Washington, could have been the most boring move she ever made. But once she meets the mysterious and alluring Edward Cullen, Isabella's life takes a thrilling and terrifying turn. Up until now, Edward has managed to keep his vampire identity a secret in the small community he lives in, but now nobody is safe, especially Isabella, the person Edward holds most dear. The lovers find themselves balanced precariously on the point of a knife -- between desire and danger.

Deeply romantic and extraordinarily suspenseful, Twilight captures the struggle between defying our instincts and satisfying our desires. This is a love story with bite.

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Stephenie Meyer's thrilling debut novel is a love story with a bite. In this suspenseful and sensual tale, 17-year-old Isabella moves to a small town in Washington State and gets more excitement than she bargained for when she falls for an enigmatic classmate -- who happens to be a vampire. Filled with fantastic mystery and romance, it's a heart-stopping novel that captures the struggle between defying our instincts and satisfying our desires.

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Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
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Twilight Saga Series, #1
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5.60(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.70(d)
720L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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By Stephanie Meyer

Little Brown for Young Readers

Copyright © 2005 Stephenie Meyer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-16017-2

Chapter One

Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven - now fifty-eight - students; there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home. All of the kids here had grown up together-their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak.

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.


Excerpted from Twilight by Stephanie Meyer Copyright © 2005 by Stephenie Meyer. Excerpted by permission.
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Twilight 4.5 out of 5 based on 4 ratings. 18734 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Still reading Twilight. Also love HYPNOTIC by Maria E. another great CRAZE! LOVE LOVE LOVE
FairyDust90 More than 1 year ago
I had heard about this book from one of my sister's friends and I never thought anything of it. Then two of my closest friends started RAVING about this book so I decided to look it up. I read the first chapter online and was hooked. I quickly bought the first one and I could not put it down. You really grow to love and care for Bella, Edward, and the whole Cullen family. They each have their own personalities which you also grow to love. Twilight is exactly my type of heroine!
theReader278 More than 1 year ago
I loved reading this book! It was unique and the story was fantastic.
vickytren More than 1 year ago
i love the twilight series. it's absolutely awesome!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
At first, I wasn't too sure about reading Twilight. I thought to myself as I held the book in my hand, "there's no way i'm reading this." I just figured that it was going to be about another lame vampire story with coffins by day and garlic being the end of them. By the time I read the book, I learned that the description I first thought about the book was the total opposite. What really intrigued me the most about the book was when I flipped the book to a random page where Edward is right about to kiss Bella (for those who haven't read the book, those are the two main characters) and Bella's describing Edwards beauty to the extreme all the way to the sweetness of his breath. It became so overwhelming to her how this beautiful creature was just about to kiss "her," so she almost faints! Flipping through pages is something I always do before reading a book just so I know I'm not going to be wasting my time.. So once I read that, I just had to read the book and because of all the great feedback I heard about the book. The day I actually started reading the book, I was instantly hooked! Even though I could have kept reading, I had to stop because of life's sometimes unpleasant committed obligations. During breaks at school or on my lunch at work I would read, any spare time that I had I would read. The intensity of the book, the description of Edwards's beauty, the insane stories and drama was just mind blowing. The book is such a thriller and it always, always, always left me anticipating, nervous thinking about what was going to happen next! The night I finished the book was the night I had just finished reading three chapters and the book was right at its climax. I honestly did try to put the book down to get some sleep, but there was absolutely no way I could do so. I had to keep reading I just had to! If you're not much of a reader, or are afraid of the thickness of books typically how I am, then have no fear! Twilight is the most amazing book I've ever read. I hope that Stephenie Meyer publishes six more novels. I never want this love story to end! Read this book, trust me, you will not be disappointed. I can almost bet my life on that!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I started this novel on Friday and didn't put it down until it was over...yeah I lost some serious sleep over it! Meyer does an exceptional job drawing her readers into the world of her characters. I felt like I knew each and every one of them by the time I was finished with Twilight...and let me tell you I was really sad when it was over!!! I can definitly see a sequel in the making...please give us a sequel!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wow. That had to be the best book I've read in a long time. The fact that fiction could be so subtly involved in a story - I didn't even know I was reading a fantasy novel until about halfway through. The characters were well written and the book invited me to become Bella through the love and pain that she endured throughout the book.
LancelotAG More than 1 year ago
This is a caution to everyone that have obligations (ie children to care for, a house to clean) this book will prevent you from wanting to do anything but read!! This book is excelent. I could't put it down. The characters a wonderful. The way that Stephanie Meyer describes the closeness of Bella and Edward makes you need to take a break! It's very age appropriate for young adult. However, I'm 28 with a husband, 2 kids and now reading New Moon. You need to this book!!!
Laura-Slink More than 1 year ago
This book caught me from the beginning...The character of Bella was very easy to imagine and her flaws made her seem more realistic and made it easier for a lot of people to be able to identify with her. The mystery surrounding Edward Cullen and his family pulls the reader in, making them want to find out more. I have guy friends that love the books too, so it's not just for girls, or even just teenage girls! It really is an amazing book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Beautiful characters. A coming of age story. A forbidden romance. Will spark the imagination of every heart.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Oh how could I ever begin to explain how much I love Twilight? What an incredible plot! What incredible characters! Just plain out...what an incredible series! I love love LOVE Twilight and would recommend it to anyone to read!
Esther_ More than 1 year ago
I read many books, I can't copmprehend the effect Twilight has on me. I've read the book three times so far, it's like a magnet calling me to read it over and over without ever getting dull, and the pain the story leaves in my heart, I don't understand it, maybe as humans we crave to read about impossible or forbidden love stories; Ah..and the movie..I've also watched few times and going again to see it this weekend "hehe".
Stephenie Meyer..your book is is
really Indescribable, thank you for writing it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was the most amazing book i've ever read to say the least. Edward and Bella leave you wanting more and more and the chemistry and romance and excitement between them totally get you hooked. Throughout reading this, there was so much thrill, love, and very intense situations that'll leave you smiling or even fuming with anger. Edward is so complex and the way Ms Meyer describes him leaves you wishing you knew someone like Edward and constinetly wanting to read more to see what he does next. The end will defintetly shock you and you'll never see it coming. I love this book and I cannot wait to read the next three. Also, once you've read Twilight you have to go see the movie because it was pretty much as great as the book. TWILIGHT IS A MUST READ!!!!!!!!!
ImaBooklover11 More than 1 year ago
Everyone who could read was talking about this book. Generally, I wait until the hype is over before I read a book but since the movie was coming out - well, that changed everything. I hate watching movies then reading books. I must say, I was completely dissappointed. The hype added immenseley to my dissappointment as well so that didn't help matters. The book was predictable but honestly, so are three out of four. So that wasn't my issue. My issue was just how...mediocre...the book was. The storyline was ok the series flowed nicely but it was badly written. I know that almost everyone who is reading this wants to shoot me so I want to ask you this: If you had that very idea, couldn't you have written it? That's not to insult anyone's intelligence but a book with so much hype HAS to be AMAZING, not just good. The characters were interesting, I wanted to shoot Bella (she really got on my nerves but I think that was the general idea) and I saw Edward as an overrated, obssessive creep. The book was ok but was it worht the hype and drama?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
i dream about this book when you first meet edward its when the book starts getting good. nothing gets better than this book right here. i shared this book with my friends tell stories to every one who hasnt read it yet. any one that loves reading about vampiers, love, and mysteries should so read this book. this book is like my life!
IM_12_SINCE_1996 More than 1 year ago
The story of a girl who moves to the small town of Forks lives with her dad in his 2 bedroom, 1 bath house. On the first day of school she becomes an easy disraction to a vampire Edward and he becomes a easy distraction to her also. Bella tells the love story between her and her new boyfriend and vampire Edward. Edward has every will to protect young Bella as he never ages! It becomes a great challenge for him when Bella is tracked and he has to lead him off her trail and save her from the many fates of her! This book is a GREAT BOOK! I about cried through there emotional parts! I csn't go a day without reading the next book! I'm gonna cry when the series ends! ALL AND ALL AWSOME BOOK! YOU ROCK STEPHANIE MYERS! AND DON'T LISEN TO THE PERSON WHO SAID THAT BELLA NEEDS A GOOD IMAGE AND THAT YOU NEED TO TAKE A WRITING COARSE! YOU HAVE A DIGREE IN LITURE AND ARE A NEW YORK TIME #1 BEST SELLER!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
GREAT BOOK! Along the lines I live MYSTIC by R.E Great interesting book. Def Recommend, you can use it forever!
Fuzzzzy More than 1 year ago
I read this book not a month or two ago and it was horrendous. Bella is whiny and extremely predictable, and Edward is nothing but a bloodthirsty fairy. Jacob was just something to get everyone watching the movies. I cannot go near a movie theater showing the latest Twilight movie without someone screaming "Oh my God Jacob/Edward is soooooo hot" or a huge cutout of Taylor Lautner or Robert Pattinson(Can't remember his name, and I'm glad I can't) shirtless in my way. The other characters are completely used and have no real purpose but to cause another ridiculously melodramatic plot in the story. Bella is easily predictable- average, clumsy girl falls in love with sexy hunk Edward. She always goes along with Edward's plans even though half the time they go horribly wrong and somebody ends up hurt. She doesn't display any sign of being normal, not sniffly or upset about one stupid over exaggerated thing. She expresses more emotion than needed. She cannot tell left from right and cannot find her place until she finds the "perfect" Edward. If he was perfect, he wouldn't dare bother with Bella and keep the greatest distance possible away from her. Edward is nothing more than a sparkling fairy. Plus, they took out the sparkling in the movies to save money in New Moon and Eclipse. He runs around shirtless everywhere, showing off his abilities- running around obstacles, always "being there" for Bella. It's getting a little annoying. He always uses random excuses. "But I have to go feed this weekend..." Grrrrrr. The only reason he likes Bella is because she smells good. She's not exactly that "girl" you'd always want, but she smells good. LAMEST WAY TO LIKE A GIRL EVER! I also read New Moon (skipped Eclipse because I watch the movie at a party) and Breaking Dawn. The best book out of them all was the last. I don't know if it was either the fact it finally ended or the Twilight fans were taking control of me. This is MY opinion. Please do not give me an "unhelpful review" because I don't like Twilight. If you do, then tht shows you are over obsessive with the topic and if you can't except that fact, well... that's that. Thanx for understanding my point of view!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Listen, it's okay to like Twilight. There is nothing wrong with liking Twilight. But the fact of the matter is, they aren't the greatest books ever written. Not even close. You know why? Because there are so many illogical plot points and the characters are basically all the same people, they have no flaws at all or have flaws that are not really flaws (Bella is really pretty, but OMG, is she cluuuuumsy -- that's not a flaw.) Bella is a Mary Sue. Edward is abusive (and this NEEDS to be addressed, seriously.) The other characters are disposable. The last book, when paraphrased, sounds ridiculous (I thought my friends were joking when they talked about it at first, but it turns out, they were for real.) Stephanie Meyer has taken elements from almost every other vampire book and series and converged them into one vampire that "sparkles" (ew) and somehow still contains sperm to impregnate somebody. Along with this hodgepodge of vampiric traits, Meyer has included severe Mormon undertones. One of my friends is a former Mormon and was extremely disturbed by the deep Mormon undertones of the books, including the odd abstinence that Edward forces on Bella and their wedding in particular. Besides this, Bella is a self insert of what Meyer wanted to be. The plot, the characters, and the premise are illogical and poorly written. That makes them not the greatest books ever written. Does it mean you shouldn't like them? Not necessarily. In fact, regardless of how logical the books are or realistic or well written, everyone deserves the right to like something and fall in love with it. But Meyer won't win any awards soon and neither will her plot or character construction. Edward is unnecessarily hurtful to Bella throughout the novel; abuse is not just physical, it is emotional, mental, and sexual. He forces Bella to hide her sexuality; he makes promises and breaks them; he controls her and makes her think that he is the only thing she needs to survive. That's not a love story. That's a story of abuse, it just is not acknowledged. Does that make them bad books? Yes and no. Does it mean you shouldn't like it? Certainly, you are allowed to like the book. But should you be able to acknowledge that it is somewhat illogical, confusing, and could be concerning to others? Yes, you should at least try. Twilight is a series that is incredibly dividing. If you like it, like it; but don't scream and yell to defend it. When others say things about it, ask them why and at least try to understand. It doesn't matter if everyone likes Twilight or not. It's just a book and it's entertaining to a point. It reads quickly. It's great for airports. It's great for teenagers when put in context. Read it if you want, but just know, if you fall in love with it, just take the time and have the maturity to be able to accept that others have not. The same also goes for disliking it. It's just a book, remember, and everyone is entitled to their opinion. I may dislike the book, but I recognize it for what it is: a teen series, fluffy and light and airy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you are one of those people who read so they can dose of, this book isn't for you. This is one of the few books i've read that kept me up late at night.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It really should be called "An idiot girl's guide to be a doormat: how to be the most uninteresting girl in the universe & change yourself to enjoy more psychological abuse from a boy who sparkles"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I tried to read this book. I really TRIED. But about half way through i couldnt take it anymore. The writing is dull and undescriptive. It is about a gloomy boring teen girl who meetes a vampire. She just talks on and ON about how PERFECT and GORGEOUS he is. Perfect characters are the last thing you want in your writing. They should be interesting with good qualaties and bad ones, strengths and weaknesses! Characters you can relate to, people that you can become intrigued with! Plus bella is a horrible roll model for the girls reading this series. She has no self esteem and is completely dependent on her boyfriend. Then there is the fact that the vampires......sparkle. VAMPIRES SHOULD NOT SPARKLE!!!!!!! if u want a series to get into, i recomend THESE!: Harry potter(best books ever) Percy jackson The hunger games The kane chronicles Maximum ride Series of unfortunate events
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am sooooooo on team push-Bella-and-Edward-and-Jacob-off-of-a-cliff! Respond with a low rating if you agree!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Possibly the most profound disgrace to the English language ever written, this unfortunate excuse of a romance novel deserves respect only in the fact that, despite it's unfortunate existance, is miraculously still on book store shelves. The writing is mediocre at best and suicide-worthy at worst, the characters are flat and uninteresting, and the sequels are just as bad. How S. Meyer has found a way to expand ten pages worth of plotline into a four book saga is, frankly, beyond me. Don't be fooled by it's popularity, Twilight is not worth your time.