Twilight (Twilight, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

I didn’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs.

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

“It’s too easy to be myself with you.”