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I glanced her way for a fraction of a second, and noted that she was at least as old as my mother. I believe she is expecting us. Hanvor simply nodded and stepped away from the doorway. Edward and I entered the house. What did she think, I was going to steal one of the big glass vases? I chuckled at my own humor. With my peripheral vision, I glanced over the house. Not that much had changed. I felt a pang of sadness after I stepped into my former bedroom and saw everything the same as had been before I left for Forks.
One thing became clear, she had missed me more than she let on to. My blue bed with the sun in the upper right corner was made. The ceilings were white, just the way they always were. Out of mock curiosity, I opened my closet door. If I could have cried, I was absolutely sure I would have.
A few pairs of sweat pants were neatly stacked one on top of the other. A plain red dress that I used to wear all the time hung on one of the plastic hangers. A few pairs of sweaters did as well. I looked up to see Edward looking at me empathetically, while Mrs. Hanovor stood rigidly, staring in disbelief at me.
The sound that was emanating from me frightened me. I silently cried, my shoulders heaving up and down as I did so, while I whimpered. Just knowing that my mom waited ten years for me to come back to her filled me with guilt. She slipped out of the room. Edward showered my face with kisses. Renee, who was propped up in an uncomfortable position lay motionless. As her eye skimmed me over though, she began to cry with abandon. My silent, nonexistent tears returned. Together, we cried.
We cried for what we had lost, and all the hard times. It is true, misery loves company. My once vibrant mother, now looked pale and beaten. Her hair hung limply over her shoulders, the graying raccoon strip more noticeable against her sunken in, angular face. But under all the sorrow and bandages, you could still see a glimpse of a beautiful woman.
As her eyes skimmed me over, she began to cry with abandon. My non-existent tears returned. We wept for what we had lost, we wept for the sacrifices that had been made, and we wept for the sake of weeping. Somehow, forcing myself to participate in this pity-party had made me actually sad. All I knew was that for just this moment, drowning ourselves in our lamenting was just what we needed. I gently hugged her, forgetting how cold my temperature would be to her human skin. All the while I was biting my full bottom lip, unaware I was doing so, till now.
Edward met my stare for a split second, and I saw the confused look that mirrored my own in his eyes. Renee said. Two impossible questions to answer, not now. I have a daughter who should be ten years old, but looks slightly younger than me, and she is half-vampire half-human. I can outrun any human, and turn stone to dust with my bare hands.
Some friends of mine are werewolves, too. All I can really say is that I was very ill, near death, actually. Renee looked wary. I asked her. There is no other word to describe it. Phil was dependable, he always made sure there was something new to do, and my life was finally complete.
He helped me cope while you were at Forks, and he made me appreciate what I had. You should live your life the way you want to, the last thing you need is your fragile mother ruining everything. I looked at my mother. What more could I do? I contemplated over what to do next.
I know only too well the consequences of absorbing yourself in your misery. I had a momentary flash- back of a dim human memory, when Edward estranged me for six months. I shuddered to myself.
There are too many memories of Phil here, why make the healing process more painful? Instead of dwelling on the past, you need to pick yourself up and move with the present. Edward and I will book you a hotel room, and stay with you there for a week before we go back home to Astoria.
Before she could have time to intervene, I started packing her suitcase with basic essentials, shirts, pants, underwear, etc. After we arrived at the hotel, I helped her with funeral preparations.
That week I tried to busy Renee in doing uplifting things, watching some comedy shows with Edward and me, talking about actors and movies, etc. I genuinely enjoyed the company of my mother, but I knew that I could have no permanent place in her life, we were like one island separating, becoming two, still familiar to the other but never quite the same.
I planned on visiting her though every so often, and perhaps, if I ever felt ready, I would introduce her to her granddaughter, yes, I would like that.
Our plane was taking off in a few minutes, back to Astoria. I hugged her, and kissed her on the check, Edward did the same. Renee handed me a shopping bag, and inside it contained a few pairs of sweat pants. These are just what I need. Love you. I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible, but the burning ache in my throat to cry was overwhelming. I made a choking sound unintentionally, fighting back tears that would never come. Edward slipped his hand in mine and we boarded the plane, together.
It surprised me that in a week without her, I felt like part of me was lost. Alice said. I groaned. She pulled me by my hand into the house.
There were streamers draped meticulously over the stairwell, and confetti sprinkled everywhere. The family asked us about Phoenixand how my mother was doing. Jacob included family, now. Rosalie must have checked the guest list a thousand times. Only 50 people outside our family were coming. Every single vampire, werewolf, and Charlie, had confirmed that they would come. There would be no reception because of how short notice the wedding was.
All the vampires who supported us rather than the Volturi, a decade ago, were coming. All of a sudden the doorbell rang. Alice was already on her feet, but Rosalie was opening the door before he had a chance. Alice rolled her eyes.
Renesmee Cullen. Just your name and our address. Renesmee tore open the box rather quickly. Before opening the little chest, Renesmee read the note that was attached to the top of the box. I hope you like the gift I have enclosed for you.
I would be most grateful if you wore it on the day of your wedding. Best of luck, Aro. Are, the Are from the formidable Volturi? Aro, the vampire that had threatened to destroy the ones I love most?
Why would he contact any of my family, especially when he knew how opposed we were to having anything to do with the Volturi? Renesmee opened the small chest. Inside, the box contained a hair pin, embellished with diamonds of various cuts. The base was made of gold. Tons of thoughts ran through my head. Could this be an act of kindness? Was Aro using this gift as a way to use us? I had too many questions swirling through my head, so I turned to Alice. Alice concentrated.
The sun was beginning to rise outside. In just a few hours, Renesmee Cullen would be a Cullen no longer. It was Alice who answered. Renesmee was standing near the mirror in her wedding dress. Now I understood what Alice meant in the mall. It was a strapless V neck gown, made of several different materials. Little diamonds, hundreds, perhaps thousands were sewn on the front and back of the first half of the gown.
The dress hugged her figure perfectly. As for the back of the dress, a large silk bow was placed directly under the zipper. Her bronze-auburn hair was worn down in loose curls.
The hair pin Aro had given her was holding back some of them. Her cheeks were rosy, and her milk chocolate eyes sparkled. She had just enough make-up on, but not enough for her to look over-done. Her full pink lips separated, showing her mouthful of luminous white teeth. This gorgeous lady, more beautiful than the stars and the moon, was my daughter.
Alice giggled at my gaping mouth. She brushed her hand across each of our cheeks, showing us the memories of our shopping trips and conversations about the wedding.
I chatted happily with Renesmee. She said how the price of her dress was the price of our house. I made sure she had something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. Alice drove all the females of the Cullen family to the church. At 70 mph, we arrived in less than five minute.
Edward was talking to Pastor Liam when we arrived. Renesmee smiled. Even Nahuel, the half vampire half human, came. Benjamin, another one of the gifted vampires, came next. When Charlie arrived, he hugged both Renesmee and me wholeheartedly, without flinching from the drastic difference of the temperatures of our skin.
He was literally at a loss for words. Alice of course. Edward began playing the organ. Alice took over when it was time for Edward to walk Renesmee down the aisle. Renesmee continued to smile as she approached the alter. The Pastor went through the wedding rather quickly, and it was time for the vows. Both Renesmee and Jacob had written their own.
Something in my heart of hearts told me, this girl is the one. As time passed, my love for you bloomed into something so special.
I know you are obviously too good for me, but I will make you happy. I promise to love you throughout eternity. I love you, Nessie. You are my perfect match. You have it wrong, Jake, you are too good for me. I love you with all my heart. Jacob bent down about a foot, and his lips locked around hers.
Alice went all out on this one. There were countless roses in the room, their sweet, fresh scent permeating throughout the entire house. The furniture was pushed to one side of the room, leaving plenty of room for a dance floor. When Renesmee and Jacob walked in the room, confetti fell down on them.
Everything was perfect. Edward took the first dance with her. Your mother and you are the two most important people in my life. Jacob ate like he had ten stomachs, as did the rest of the werewolves. Renesmee, on the other hand, consumed very little, but still made the effort.
Carlisle rolled out the 50 lb cake, effortlessly. Rosalie snapped many pictures throughout the day, insisting on shooting the couple from different angles. The glare of the camera was barely noticeable. The day drew to a close, and some of the guests began to scatter. This must have been the longest wedding in the history of weddings, but no one grew bored. Charlie, who was less than crazy about parties, even looked like he was enjoying himself. Tanya, the blonde haired beauty who had her eyes out for Edward, was busying herself by interrogating Charlie about human habits.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder; it looked purposeful to me.. I listened to their conversation while leaning against the wall from across the room. Charlie, who was obviously flustered paused a second before answering. Her scent must have been intoxicating to him, for he inhaled deeply.
Tanya nodded, looking intrigued. Before doing anything rash, it would be best to see this conversation was going. I I held my breath. I wondered if this was true, or if she was just trying to impress Charlie. I like to travel, explore my options. I could guess where this was going. At that moment, Edward walked over to the two of them, flashed one of his spell-binding smiles towards Tanya, and pulled Charlie away from her, chatting about different model of cars as they walked away.
Charlie looked disappointed. I guess Tanya had never satiated that craving. I giggled to myself. She sat at a table, alone. I suddenly felt bad for her. If all his romantic feelings for me disappeared in a puff of smoke and I was left with nothing but memories.
In essence, that is exactly what happened with Sam and her. Nahuel, the half-vampire, half-human went over to where Leah sat, obviously interested. This was the first real time I ever saw Leah give anyone her full attention. From the moment her eyes met his, something changed in both of them. I saw her face soften, the tight pose her eyes were in relaxed, and her face looked years younger.
Nahuel smiled shyly. The way Leah stared at him..
Could Leah have imprinted? Was this possible? I wracked my brain for answers, but found none. I walked over to Seth, bringing my theory along. Even though she Leah had treated me bad during my pregnancy, I did want her to find what she was looking for. Now, she had finally found the elusive thing she had desperately hungered for, -love. Like any party, the guests began to disperse. The talking dwindled down, and outside the sky turned an electrifying indigo.
The silver stars against the deep blue of the sky made for an explosive combination. Jake smiled. I pressed my lips on Renesmee surrendered to the battle of trying to keep her eyes open; and drifted off.
Seth was still talking to Edward about different car models, when I plopped down on the couch and listened. Jasper, who was now standing awkwardly beside me, looked stiff. Alice was an expert on making him feel comfortable, but she was busy at the moment, going around the house and in swift movements cleaning the mess. I felt bad for Jasper, he was like a fish out of water. Everyone else was occupying themselves with something to do, apart from Jasper.
Emmet and Rosalie had already headed up to bed. Charlie was now so drunk he nearly bumped into a wall. I would make sure he got home safely, Charlie with any increment of liquor in his system just did not mix with driving a car.
I got up from the couch to start up a conversation with Jasper. Alice sure did blow us all away. Jacksonville, Florida , is mentioned first in Twilight and second in Eclipse , when Edward and Bella visit Bella's mother, who has moved there with her new husband. Seattle, Washington , is featured in Breaking Dawn when Jacob tries to escape his love for Bella, and when Bella tries to locate a man named J. It is also the location of a series of murders committed by newborn vampires in Eclipse.
Structure and genre The Twilight series falls under the genre of young adult , fantasy , and romance , though Meyer categorized her first book, Twilight, as "suspense romance horror comedy".
When asked about the structure of the novel, Meyer described her difficulty in pinpointing the premise of the novels to any specific their category: I have a hard time with that. Because if I say to someone, 'You know, it's about vampires,' then immediately they have this mental image of what the book is like.
And it's so not like the other vampire books out there— Anne Rice 's and the few that I've read. It isn't that kind of dark and dreary and blood-thirsty world. Then when you say, 'It's set in high school,' a lot of people immediately put it in another pool. It's easy to pigeonhole with different descriptions. For instance, Twilight vampires have strong piercing teeth rather than fangs; they glitter in sunlight rather than burn; and they can drink animal as well as human blood.
Meyer comments that her vampire mythology differs from that of other authors because she wasn't informed about the canon vampires, saying, It wasn't until I knew that Twilight would be published that I began to think about whether my vampires were too much the same or too much different from the others. Of course, I was far too invested in my characters at that point to be making changes Montgomery 's Anne of Green Gables series are a big influence on her writing.
It doesn't matter where you're stuck in life or what you think you have to do; you can always choose something else.
There's always a different path. In particular, she says that her characters "tend to think more about where they came from, and where they are going, than might be typical. Meyer says that she does not consciously intend her novels to be Mormon-influenced, or to promote the virtues of sexual abstinence and spiritual purity, but admits that her writing is shaped by her values, saying, "I don't think my books are going to be really graphic or dark, because of who I am.
There's always going to be a lot of light in my stories. The dream was about a human girl, and a vampire who was in love with her but thirsted for her blood. Based on this dream, Meyer wrote the transcript of what is now chapter 13 of the book.
Following the success of Twilight , Meyer expanded the story into a series with three more books: New Moon , Eclipse , and Breaking Dawn In its first week after publication, the first sequel, New Moon , debuted at 5 on the New York Times Best Seller List for Children's Chapter Books, and in its second week rose to the 1 position, where it remained for the next eleven weeks.
In total, it spent over 50 weeks on the list. She stated that Twilight was the only book that she planned to rewrite from Edward's perspective. Meyer has since put these twelve chapters on her website so that her fans could read them for free,  but has put the project on hold indefinitely due to her feelings about the situation.
She stated, If I tried to write Midnight Sun now, in my current frame of mind, James would probably win and all the Cullens would die, which wouldn't dovetail too well with the original story. In any case, I feel too sad about what has happened to continue working on Midnight Sun, and so it is on hold indefinitely.
The reimagined novel has a more conclusive ending, seemingly precluding its continuation through the remaining three Twilight novels. While the books have become immensely popular, they have also generated much controversy. Positive reception Twilight has gathered acclaim for its popularity with its target readers.
The Times lauded it for capturing "perfectly the teenage feeling of sexual tension and alienation. There's no literary term for the quality Twilight and Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings share, but you know it when you see it: their worlds have a freestanding internal integrity that makes you feel as if you should be able to download real estate there. Rowling and Harry Potter. Rowling; that's a phenomenon that's not gonna happen again", however noting that "you can compare my fans to her fans more easily [than me to her].
I do think that we both have people who are just really really enthusiastic, and will come miles to see you and be involved, and everybody really cares about our characters.
Economically, the town of Forks, Washington , the setting for the Twilight series, has improved due to tourism from fans of the books. Many have derided the series as poor writing. While comparing Stephenie Meyer to J. Rowling , Stephen King said, "the real difference [between Rowling and Meyer] is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer, and Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn. She's not very good. It's exciting and it's thrilling and it's not particularly threatening because it's not overtly sexual.
But they do so by engaging us with complexities of feeling and subtleties of character, expressed in language that rises above banal mediocrity. Their reward is something more than just an escape into banal mediocrity. We deserve something better to get hooked on. Sci-fi website io9 noted that Bella and Edward's relationship meets all fifteen criteria set by the National Domestic Violence Hotline for being in an abusive relationship. Lee Butler of Young Adult Library Services Association commented how he was unusually hesitant to stock the Twilight books in his library because he felt the books were "robbing [teen girls] of agency and normalizing stalking and abusive behavior.
The Twilight books conflate Bella losing her virginity with the loss of other things, including her sense of self and her very life. Such a high-stakes treatment of abstinence reinforces the idea that Bella is powerless, an object, a fact that is highlighted when we get to the sex scenes in Breaking Dawn.