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658 pages, Hardcover
First published August 4, 2020
Annnd here's my original reaction to this book!
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And Now for my reactions:
I'M HYPERVENTILATING. MY TEENAGE SELF IS DYING.
“For just a second, I saw Persephone, pomegranate in hand. Dooming herself to the underworld. Is that who I was? Hades himself, coveting springtime, stealing it, condemning it to endless night.”
It did not happen often, but every now and then I would be struck by the obliviousness of the humans around us. We were all so accustomed to it, we always expected it, but occasionally it seemed more glaring than usual. None of them noticed us here, lounging at the battered cafeteria table, though an ambush of tigers sprawled in our places would be less lethal than we were. All they saw were five odd-looking people, close enough to human to pass. It was hard to imagine surviving with senses so incredibly dull.
Bella Swan walked into the flow of heated air that blew toward me from the vent.
Her scent hit me like a battering ram, like an exploding grenade. There was no image violent enough to encompass the force of what happened to me at that moment.
Instantly, I was transformed. I was nothing close to the human I’d once been. No trace of the shreds of humanity I’d managed to cloak myself in over the years remained.
I was a predator. She was my prey. There was nothing else in the whole world but that truth.
I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in more than eighty years.
"I want to chomp into your throoooooat.
And watch you bleed out on the floooooor.
Then I'll bathe myself in your life essence as you die.
Tear your heart out of your chest
and crack the bones
and suck the marrow out.
Slice into your brain for sandwiches
and maybe have an omelette made of--"
“Why did she have to come here? Why did she have to exist? Why did she have to ruin the little peace I had in this nonlife of mine? Why had this aggravating human ever been born? She would ruin me.”
(Also, Growing Up Cullen, ultimate genius. Read and rejoice - it captures Edward’s character perfectly)
Reading looong sections of Edward eavesdropping on other people’s thoughts made me finally realize what bugs me about this whole setup: people don’t spend their whole day running their internal monologues in perfectly coherent sentences, like a book. At least I don’t. It would be a jumble of images, sentence fragments, overlapping distracted thoughts, visuals, etc. That can’t be just me, right?
“There was a bit of Jane Eyre in her, a portion of Scout Finch and Jo March, a measure of Elinor Dashwood, and Lucy Pevensie.”
“The English language needed a word that meant something halfway between a goddess and a naiad.”
“And then she started to walk away from me.
Without thinking about my action, I automatically reached out and caught her by the back of her rain jacket. She jerked to a stop.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I was upset—almost angry that she was leaving. I hadn’t had enough time with her.”
“She was from a much brighter, warmer place—her skin seemed to reflect that somehow, despite its fairness—and the cold must make her uncomfortable.”
“I smiled at the threat, then gently kissed her again, quitting as soon as her heart started acting up.”
“Her heartbeat thudded louder than before, and the rhythm was abruptly staccato.”
“I fall down a lot when I run,” she said sheepishly.”
“I stared at her in blank surprise. “People can’t smell blood.”
“She waited in silence, her teeth pressing into her soft lower lip.
That sight distracted me for a second. Strange, unfamiliar reactions stirred deep in my forgotten human core.”
'Cause I told you once before, "goodbye"Sure, I started reading this book because of a buddy read (yes, we're all crazy and extremely masochistic, except for mei, who got dragged into this mess by the rest of us), but the decision to finish it? Entirely mine.
But I came back again