Twilight (Twilight, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

But the cause didn’t matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.

I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.

but I fell down a lot.

so naturally I fell a few times.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

“I can’t always be Lois Lane,” I insisted. “I want to be Superman, too.”