New Moon (Twilight, #2)

by Stephenie Meyer

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI

I love how SERIOUSLY miss Stephenie takes herself. Baby it’s a vampire YA book, we don’t need to be doing Romeo and Juliet in the preface

How could I explain so that he would understand? I was an empty shell. Like a vacant house—condemned—for months I’d been utterly uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved. The front room was in better repair. But that was all—just the one small piece. He deserved better than that—better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could put me back in working order.

I do like this metaphor

I couldn’t be friends with a killer and say nothing, let the killing continue… That would make me a monster, too.

Bella be serious. The double standard is insane

Jacob’s slow, deep breathing was the only sound in the room—like a lullaby hummed to a child, like the whisper of a rocking chair, like the ticking of an old clock when you had nowhere you needed to go.… It was the sound of comfort.

And here we observe the formation of the triangle

He nodded. “I’m worse than the Volturi,” he said grimly. “I guess I’ve earned that.” I rolled my eyes. “The worst the Volturi can do is kill me.” He waited with tense eyes. “You can leave me,” I explained. “The Volturi, Victoria… they’re nothing compared to that.”

I see that anxious attachment, girl