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Picking Apart Twilight, The Novel – Chapter 12

November 13, 2011

Apologies for the delay, my friends, but here I am again to continue this magical journey through the depths of first-time-writer’s Hell. Now, where did I leave off? Oh, yeah…


Right, so, last chapter Edward and Bella were sitting in Edward’s car, in Bella’s driveway, up until the moment when Bella’s dad drove up, with another car coming along with him, carrying Jacob and his dad, Billy. Edward tears off before anybody really notices. All except for Billy. And here we are.

“This is a surprise,” Charlie was saying.
“It’s been too long,” Billy answered. “I hope it’s not a bad time.” His dark eyes flashed up to me again, their expression unreadable.

I don’t think you need to read eyes in order to read body language. As was expressed by the last couple of sentences in the last chapter, it seemed like Billy noticed Edward, and he didn’t seem pleased. Remember, this is also the man who’s been telling his son that their tribe is a bunch of werewolves, and the Cullens are a bunch of vampires. I’m pretty positive Billy’s body language says, “Hey. You’re getting into trouble. Knock it off.”

Billy made a face at his son. “And, of course, Jacob was anxious to see Bella again,” he added. Jacob scowled and ducked his head while I fought back a surge of remorse. Maybe I’d been too convincing on the beach.

Oh, sure, NOW you’re starting to feel bad. Of course it only ever happens when it comes to bite you in the ass, doesn’t it?

“Are you hungry?” I asked, turning toward the kitchen. I was eager to escape Billy’s searching gaze.
“Naw, we ate just before we came,” Jacob answered.
“How about you, Charlie?” I called over my shoulder as I fled around the corner.
“Sure,” he replied, his voice moving in the direction of the front room and the TV.

Wait a minute, there’s a problem with all of this here. What was it Bella mentioned back in chapter 1? Oh, yeah…

“Mom’s fine. It’s good to see you, too, Dad.” I wasn’t allowed to call him Charlie to his face.

Huh. And yet here you’ve just called him Charlie. He seemed pretty cool with it, too. Is this some kind of a weird mistake? Maybe nobody was thinking to hard about it at that moment in time. Maybe it just slipped out of Bella’s mouth, and maybe Charlie was just thrilled to have company. Or maybe it’s because Bella was “fleeing around the corner” that it doesn’t quite count as “calling him Charlie to his face”. I’m not sure, I can’t really tell.

As Bella cooks, Jacob follows, and they talk about how she was hanging out with Edward. Jacob laughs and realizes his dad is being goofy and superstitious.

“You don’t think he’d say anything to Charlie?” I couldn’t help asking, the words coming out in a low rush.
Jacob stared at me for a moment, and I couldn’t read the expression in his dark eyes.

Wow, you’re really sucking at the whole reading eyes thing, aren’t you? Why don’t you try reading facial expressions or body language for a change? Is it not obvious by his temporary silence that Jacob’s a bit bothered by your asking in some way? You flirted him into having a crush on you, and now here he is in your home having to listen to you talk about another boy whom you’re obviously having a hard time controlling your gushing over. How do you THINK that’s gonna make him feel, huh? Stop trying to read eyes already, you’re blowing it.

They all spend the evening in the living room together. Jacob and dad leave. Bella’s dad stops her and talks to her a bit, wonders why she didn’t ask Mike to the dance.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered. The he smiled at me apologetically. “So I guess it’s good you’ll be gone Saturday… I’ve made plans to go fishing with the guys from the station. The weather’s supposed to be real warm. …

Oh! Well isn’t THAT convenient! The very day Bella needs to come up with some excuse so that her dad doesn’t really know where she is or who she’s with, her dad suddenly has to be busy that exact same day. Glad to know there won’t be any conflict or repercussions to worry about. Wouldn’t want any drama or tension in this story. It’s much easier to swallow this way.

Bella sleeps. She wakes up. Edward picks her up to take her to school again.

I didn’t hesitate this time, climbing in the passenger side quickly, the sooner to see his face. He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorious. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon.

I can think of a few things I’d improve. First, I’d give him a pulse so that he would have a higher body temperature, something I happen to like when holding a man close. Secondly, I’d ask that he have courtesy for my personal privacy, whether it’s overhearing things I’m saying to other people or reading people’s thoughts in order to learn more about me. I’d also make him stop manipulating me and my decisions by using crafty words and flirty gestures. But I guess not everybody is concerned with such changes.

He wanted to know about people today: more about Renee, her hobbies, what we’d done in our free time together. And then the one grandmother I’d known, my few school friends – embarrassing me when he asked about boys I’d dated.

And guess how many of those things we actually get to learn about? Just one – the boys thing. Which is still basically like learning nothing, because she apparently was never interested in anybody before ever. But just like the times previously where we heard about Edward asking Bella all kinds of questions, all we ever get to hear about are the questions, but never the answers. It’s incredibly unfulfilling.

Edward realizes he should have let Bella drive to school that day, since he and his sister Alice would be leaving after lunch.

He frowned at me impatiently. “I’m not going to make you walk home. We’ll go get your truck and leave it here for you.”
“I don’t have my key with me,” I sighed. “I really don’t mind walking.” What I minded was losing my time with him.
He shook his head. “Your truck will be here, and the key will be in the ignition – unless you’re afraid someone might steal it.” He laughed at the thought.
“All right,” I agreed, pursing my lips. I was pretty sure my key was in the pocket of a pair of jeans I wore Wednesday, under a pile of clothes in the laundry room. Even if he broke into my house, or whatever he was planning, he’d never find it. He seemed to feel the challenge in my consent. He smirked, overconfident.

Whoa, okay there. This just gets increasingly weirder and weirder. So, Edward insists. Bella barely tries to convince him she’d be fine walking. Then she agrees fairly casually. It sounds as though she’s totally cool with the Cullens driving her truck (which they’ve done once before already), and is even more cool with the idea of the Cullens breaking into her house and rooting through her home and, most specifically, her dirty laundry in order to find a key – a very small item in the grand scheme of things, might I add.

Oh, and it’s skipping ahead a few pages but, yeah, he delivers the truck with the key. And Bella thinks very little of it. She’s hardly phased by it. She wonders if she’d forgotten she’d left the key hanging in a more obvious place. But, hello, excuse me you dolt, but that still means that he BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE. Why is this okay? Just… Why is this okay?

Edward is planning on hunting tonight, that way he won’t be hungry for Bella the next day. They talk more about their plans.

“Will Charlie be there?”
“No, he’s fishing tomorrow.” I beamed at the memory of how conveniently things had worked out.

Hey! Hey, book! Just because you acknowledge the fact that your writing appears too terribly convenient to be true doesn’t mean that it makes it okay to write lazily like that! Stop it!

Edward explains how most of his family aside from Alice don’t seem to understand Edward’s attraction to Bella.

Edward shook his head slowly, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling before he met my gaze again. “I told you – you don’t see yourself clearly at all. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known. You fascinate me.”

Bella, tell me you aren’t falling for this. You know why you fascinate him, right? It’s only because you’re the only person whose mind he can’t read. Otherwise, you’re a completely dull, drab individual, and your blood smells tasty. He isn’t actually interested in you. He’s frustrated that he can’t read your mind, and he likewise also can’t eat you. This isn’t something you want from another person, I promise.

“I have a better than average grasp of human nature. People are predictable. But you… you never do what I expect. You always take me by surprise.”

Duh, that’s because you can’t read her mind! Otherwise, I haven’t seen her do a single surprising thing. She otherwise stays at home, cooks, reads, and trips over her own shoelaces. Has anyone else here seen anything about Bella that’s particularly “surprising”?

Suddenly Rosalie, his blond and breathtaking sister, turned to look at me. No, not to look – to glare, with dark, cold eyes. I wanted to look away, but her gaze held me until Edward broke off mid-sentence and made an angry noise under his breath. It was almost a hiss.

The last sentence there makes me incredibly frustrated that this is a blog and not a video. Otherwise I’d be showing you the huge list of sounds I’m coming up with in my head that are almost, but not exactly, a hiss. Seriously, this could be any number of noises. Is it a heavy breath? Does it include his voice? What kind of a face was being made with it? Was there a lot of teeth, or was his jaw dropped open? What exactly makes it ALMOST a hiss, anyway?

Edward tells Bella that things could be bad if the two of them are public together and then things end badly. That could mean any number of things right now, I’m sure, but basically Bella takes it to heart. Edward introduces Bella to Alice. Then the two vampires leave for the day.

I intuitively knew – and sensed he did, too – that tomorrow would be pivotal. Our relationship couldn’t continue to balance, as it did, on the point of a knife. We would fall off one edge or the other, depending entirely upon his decision, or his instincts. My decision was made, made before I’d ever consciously chosen, and I was committed to seeing it through. Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. It was an impossibility.

Wow, you really are a high school teenage girl who has never fallen for anybody before, aren’t you? Here’s a hint – if you two break up, you won’t die. I promise. I know it’ll hurt all bad and stuff, but then later on you’ll be like, “Man, that relationship was dumb.”

Bella starts telling people that not only is she not going to the dance, but she’s not going to be with Edward, either. And neither of them are going out of town anymore. She just keeps lying to people, thinking it’ll make the situation better.

This is where we get to the part where Edward delivered the truck to school. It’s stupid.

When I got home, the handle of the door was locked, the deadbolt unclocked, just as I’d left it this morning. In side, I went straight to the laundry room. It looked just the same as I’d left it, too. I dug for my jeans and, after finding them, checked the pockets. Empty.

DUH, THEY’RE EMPTY! Even if your key was in your pants pocket earlier, it isn’t going to be there now because YOU CURRENTLY ARE HOLDING THE KEY! They left it in the ignition of your car! DON’T BE STUPID!

So now Bella goes around screwing up perfect plans. She tells her dad that she’s just going to stay home rather than going to Seattle. Uh, why would you do that? He obviously seemed cool with you going. What do you need to add another lie on top of that for? You know, the more you change your story around, the more it’s going to sound suspicious. On top of that, you’re going to start forgetting what your lies were. I should know. I’ve made some pretty outlandish, foolish lies in my day.

Several paragraphs go by in which Bella does laundry and thinks about Edward, followed by trying to fall asleep while thinking about Edward. It’s all rather vomit-inducing.

The next day comes. Edward comes to get Bella. Bella drives them in her truck. They go out to a forest. They hike five miles. Bella tells Edward that nobody knows where they are or that they’re together. Edward is pissed. He doesn’t really give a reason. It’s confusing.

He turned then, with a mocking smile, and I stifled a gasp. His white shirt was sleeveless, and he wore it unbuttoned so that the smooth white contours of his chest, his perfect musculature no longer merely hinted at behind concealing clothes. He was too perfect, I realized with a piercing stab of despair. There was no way this godlike creature could be meant for me.

Something about this is really disgusting. Sure, what girl just starting to get a grip on puberty doesn’t want to stop and marvel at a good-looking man every so often? But at the same time, good lord, this book so constantly nearly crosses over into pornographic details, it’s ridiculous. I sometimes wish Meyer would stop every couple of paragraphs and try to write a story somewhere.

For the most part, we walked in silence. Occasionally he would ask a random question that he hadn’t gotten to in the past two days of interrogation. He asked about my birthdays, my grade school teachers, my childhood pets – and I had to admit that after killing three fish in a row, I’d given up on the whole institution.

So, again, only one question about her is answered, and it’s an incredibly boring answer. Did she have any pets prior to the goldfish? Whatever, it doesn’t matter, she’s boring and has never had and will never have any pets ever since or ever again. Lame.

Amazingly, after five miles of hiking, this ridiculously gorgeous meadow pops up in the middle of the freaking Northwestern rain forest. It’s incredibly unrealistic-sounding, but here we go:

I reached the edge of the pool of light and stepped through the last fringe of ferns into the loveliest place I had ever seen. The meadow was small, perfectly round, and filled with wildflowers – violet, yellow, and soft white. Somewhere nearby, I could hear the bubbling music of a stream. The sun was directly overhead, filling the circle with a haze of buttery sunshine. I walked slowly, awestruck, through the soft grass, swaying flowers, and warm, gilded air.

It’s just… I seriously have my doubts. Really? A place that sunny with such strikingly different beauty to that of all of the rest of Western Washington?

Only then did I remember what the beauty of the meadow had driven from my mind – the enigma of Edward and the sun, which he’d promised to illustrate for me today.

Wow! Something actually managed to make Bella forget temporarily about something regarding Edward! There might indeed be hope after all! …Eh, maybe I’d better not get my hopes up.

Edward seemed to take a deep breath, and then he stepped out into the bright glow of the midday sun.

Oh no! The chapter ends here!? What could possibly happen!? Is Edward going to explode into tiny sun-fried bits!? Could the story really be over!?

Well… no. We’re only halfway through the book. And I’m pretty sure you all know what happens next as Edward waltzes into the sunlight. Get ready, folks, because the next chapter is officially Stephenie Meyer’s wet dream. As in, seriously, the next chapter is the dream that Meyer had that spawned the idea to write the entirety of the book. The next chapter is what you’re all waiting to rage over. Be looking forward to Chapter 13, Confessions.

17 Comments leave one →
  1. November 13, 2011 1:47 AM

    “It’s all rather vomit-inducing.” That is the tagline for the book and every single movie poster. Well done!

    This chapter is just seems to be full of more boring teenage girl stuff.

    Oh and I agree, simple lies work. Keep the plan to go to Seattle and afterwards just say “oh we didn’t end up going for *insert believable lie, such as car problems here*.” Much easier to work with.

  2. November 13, 2011 10:59 AM

    “Looking forward” in this case is akin to the Flash being stuck in place watching a train smash into two tons of explosive and cursing how his powers affect his perception of time and movement. 🙂

  3. November 14, 2011 1:41 AM

    “warm, GILDED air?”
    There are only two possible definitions of the word “gilded.” The first is “covered or highlighted with gold or a gold color.” The second is “a pleasing appearance that conceals something of little worth.”

    So, if I’m reading that correctly, Bella is either: A) on an acid trip, hallucinating visual golden gusts of wind,” or B) thinking that the air is foul, but at least looks nice.

    It is entirely possible that Meyer is trying to be pedantically clever by saying that everything is so bright that even the air has a golden glow, but frankly that would be giving her too much credit.

    Twilight is the cancer of the literary world, and its popularity among twi-tards are the prostate in which it clings…and it is sadly becoming an epidemic.

  4. November 16, 2011 2:25 PM

    These picking apart entries are hilarious, but I’m wondering what books would hold up to this level of scrutiny. The books take a bit of suspension of disbelief, but so does every book in the Fantasy section. And, since they *are* written for teenage girls, I would think the teenage-girl talk would be most fitting.

    I really like them because 1) They are romantic without sex being the main point 2) Bella is responsible to the point of self-sacrifice 3) Edward tries his best to give Bella what she needs (even if it’s a bit creepy) 4) The books are a good portion dialog and super easy to read quickly. 5) They reference books/stories I have read and love already 6) I use the Mary Sue portion to insert myself. My now-husband and I were a lot like Bella and Edward when in high school.

    @docbelmont As far as being the cancer of the literary world… Have you read a Harloquin romance? Read some of those and tell me Twilight is still worse.

    • Ergonomalous permalink
      November 22, 2011 9:18 AM

      Books from good writers would hold up to this kind of scrutiny. Suspension of disbelief only go as far as saying things like vampires, werewolves, deathstars or the matrix exist. Stupid, bland and boring characters, horrible pacing, contrived situations and plotpoints etc. are not a part of this. At this point your brain is just shutting off in order to save itself.

      1) How is this romantic? They don’t go anywwhere, they don’t do anything together. All they do is sit around and talk about nothing when they are together and whine when they aren’t.

      2) Bella is not a responsible person. She lies and manipulates people. She is also cruel to them. She also puts herself in dangerous situations so she can get an adrenalin high. Their is only on time she has sacrificed anything and only then because their was an out. Any other time she is selfish.

      3) She only needs what Edward tells her she needs. The relationship is one-sided and superficial. If he really cared he would have removed himself from the equation long before it got out of hand. He has done far more damage than good to this girl.

      4) Mostly because people space out during these sections.

      5) Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back reference star wars. That doesn’t make it a good movie.

      6) So what you are saying is that you are inserting the information that the writer was too lazy to come up with herself? The last time i did that was when it was a ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ book.

      I went above and beyond trying to find the appeal of this and i don’t get it. Not to this degree however. Keep up the good work Marzgurl.

      • Jessica permalink
        November 26, 2011 12:45 PM

        @ Ergonomalous: I’m with you all the way. Fantasy may be able to grant you creative liberty, but it still needs structure and consistency. It just grates on my nerves when people think that writing fiction means, “Do whatever the hell you want! It’s just fantasy so you don’t have to put any effort into making it believable!”. (Sadly, I have heard something similar to that from teens after trying to give them constructive criticism on their stories.)

        That is total BS. They might as well spit on J.R.R. Tolkien’s headstone while they’re at it.

        And as far as literature for young adults go, I’m going to agree with what I have heard others say. That just because your target audience is young, inexperienced, and not fully mature: does NOT mean the books written for them should be of a lesser quality.

        People like Smeyer are just lazy and lack the skill and patience needed to write. Simple as that.

    • enchanted_hats permalink
      November 26, 2011 3:32 PM

      I seriously hope you and your husband were not like this in high school. Edward is a seriously creepy overprotective stalker borderline sociopath. Not to mention an admitted murderer. And Bella is a pretentious self centered whiney bag of mary-sue. I’m not sure how people keep coming to the conclusion that Bella is responsible. She cooks and cleans… that’s called chores. While it may be remarkable that she does chores when most teenagers would bitch and moan there way through them (which Bella actually does on occasion) that’s not really responsible. And her self sacrifice is nothing to idolize.

      I used to idolize self sacrifice as a teenager. I thought it was very noble. In some ways I still find it noble. But it depends on the circumstances. Sometimes self sacrifice can be extremely selfish. It can also be very stupid. In Bella’s case both of her self sacrifice scenarios were in the categories were in the case of selfish and stupid.

      Let’s take a minute to talk about Bella’s supposed “noble” self sacrifice moments.

      Sacrificing herself in order to save her kidnapped mother. This is a classic scenario. And actually one of my favorites to read as a teenager. Oh the bad guy has someone you love. But they really want you instead. So you can save them if you say “take me instead!” But let’s analyze this for a second.

      What if you were the one who was kidnapped. How would you feel if your daughter decided to sacrifice her life for yours. Wouldn’t you be extremely pissed off at your daughter? I know I would. I would have told her not to come. I would have told her to stay away. To stay safe. Because in all honesty what was the bad guy going to do if Bella showed up and he really had Bella’s mom? Kill them both of course. So what did Bella accomplish? Well she gave the bad guy an appetizer.

      But that’s not even what happened is it? Bella’s mom was actually never kidnapped. The bad guy tricked Bella into thinking he had her mother. So really, Bella was just an idiot. She was willing to sacrifice herself for her mom (which honestly I would have told my vampire buddies and we could have all gone into the studio together and gone rambo on his ass) but her mom wasn’t even there. So really she just sacrificed herself for no good reason.

      I’m not even going to get into how it doesn’t make sense that the 7 Cullen vampires couldn’t take out 2 vampires that weren’t even that powerful to begin with.

      The next moment of her sacrifice was using herself as a distraction by cutting herself. Honestly a drop of blood would have worked just as well. Or you know… making a run for it too probably would have been distracting. Swearing like a sailor or jumping up and down and acting like an idiot would have worked too. Cutting herself technically should have made Edward distracted as well. But Edward is just as special as Bella so he doesn’t care for her blood anymore. It wasn’t a very smart plan. But it worked because Smeyer wrote it.

      I consider running back into a burning building to save people trapped inside noble self sacrifice. Taking a bullet for someone you don’t even know. Pushing someone out of the way of a car. These are noble, most done purely on instinct. But they aren’t without consequence.

      My mother almost lost her best friend’s entire family one night in a hit and run. Her best friend was walking out at night alongside a quiet street with her parents. Only her father survived. He remembered them laughing about a joke and suddenly being pushed from behind. The truck hit his wife and daughter and killed them instantly. His wife pushed him out of the way of the moving truck and saved his life. He never quite right after that night. He was glad to be alive but yet also not glad. His wife took that moment to save his life, not his daughter and not her own. He told my mom that he almost couldn’t ever forgive her for saving him and yet not herself or their daughter. And he could never repay her, and that’s what hurt the most.

      My mother told me this story one night for the first time when I was eighteen. I had just been telling her how I loved the characters in movies and tv shows would jump in the way of bullets for the one they love. How noble that was. And she told me this story.

      At the end she said, “Don’t ever do that to someone you love. It will hurt them too much.”

      I’m not saying it wasn’t admirable that that woman was able to save her husband. All I’m saying is that sometimes, self sacrifice is harder for those left behind.

    • enchanted_hats permalink
      November 26, 2011 3:35 PM

      @Kimberly If Bella really wanted to be self sacrificing why didn’t she or the other Cullens stop that tour from getting murdered by the Volturi? Why didn’t she save Bree from being murdered by the Volturi for simply existing. Where was her noble responsible self sacrificing heart then?

  5. November 17, 2011 6:30 AM

    @Kimberly Ametz: Cancers also come in a variety of fun flavors; Carcinoma, Sarcoma, Lymphoma, and Blastoma to name a few. At this point, we’d just be picking a poison. I stand by my metaphor. 😉

  6. November 20, 2011 7:34 AM

    “It was almost a hiss. In fact, had his lips not been firmly pressed against his tongue, it would have been a hiss. I suppose it would have been more accurately described as a raspberry. But surely a raspberry would be beneath Edward’s dignity.”

    • November 20, 2011 7:52 AM

      Which is to say, I suppose, that “almost” is an imprecise word at best.

      I almost shook his hand! (I was very close to him)
      I almost shook his hand! (What was I thinking, nearly letting that monster touch me!)
      I almost shook his hand! (But I missed and grabbed his crotch)
      I almost shook his hand! (But instead I raised it to my mouth and kissed it)

      By what degree did it fail to be a hiss? And a feline hiss, or a serpentine hiss?

      Am I supposed to imagine his mouth open and teeth bared? Lips open and teeth clenched? If it’s the latter, then I’m imagining the sound to be the same one used to get the cat to jump off of a book shelf.

      Tsst! Zula, off!

      Tsst! Rosalie, stop flirting with my girl!

  7. DarkFusion permalink
    November 20, 2011 6:09 PM

    Am really liking this pick aparts, keep it up Marzgurl!

    Still, as bad as this book is, wait till you get to the next one where we see just how hate-able Bella can get, and the next one which takes the truck thing in this chapter to a whole new level (and also shows Meyer fales at history). I can guarantee with that scene plus one more, you’re probably going to have this reaction at least once:

  8. November 21, 2011 12:05 AM

    Narrative. Hurts. A lot.

    Bella must be the most impressionable girl ever or she has some sort of vampire fetish that doesn’t distinguish between genders, because those descriptions about Rosalie and Alice sound so odd…

    Besides… Don’t you love rebelious gir taking advantage of all plot conveniences?

    Thank you for getting this. here’s my gift.

    Resist… half way throught this thing. It’ll be over soon… In 3 other books left =___=

  9. Story Maker permalink
    November 21, 2011 1:04 PM

    I am actually one of those people who likes many of the elements of the Twilight saga. Personally, I think a number of the concepts are interesting. That being said, I’m first to admit the thing has problems (OK, that’s a lie; I’m usually around fourth or fifth by time my friends are done). As such, I’ve really enjoyed this series on picking apart Twilight. I’ve found it well thought out, insightful, and humorous. Keep up the good work! It’s given me lots to think about and discuss.

  10. ramses ijff permalink
    November 21, 2011 11:39 PM

    Heh, some of these would make excellent video or at least audio adaptions.

    Honesly, I don’t really mind the first book too much. It’s stupid, yes, but it’s a harlequin novel level of stupid, and not really all that much more. The second book is where it starts going bad, to continue plummeting further and further and further into sheer stupidity.

    Not to say I never enjoyed any literary guilty pleasures. I think I own pretty much every book Kevin J. Anderson has ever written.

  11. Jessica permalink
    November 24, 2011 8:28 PM

    “Has anyone else here seen anything about Bella that’s particularly “surprising”?”

    *raises hand* Plenty actually if you think about it. I’m surprised (or maybe shocked is the better word) over just how stupid Bella is. Not to mention her shallowness and mean spirited treatment of anything that’s not a mythical creature.

    She is the perfect representation of all the worst things a teenaged girl could be and think- set to the extreme! And that, I find surprising.

  12. enchanted_hats permalink
    November 26, 2011 2:55 PM

    “Bella tells Edward that nobody knows where they are or that they’re together. Edward is pissed. He doesn’t really give a reason. It’s confusing.”

    Oh he gives at reason. But it was probably so creepy and disturbing that your mind blocked it out. I actually reread this part a few times because I couldn’t believe what I had just read.

    Basically Edward is upset that Bella hasn’t told anyone where she is… so if he accidentally kills her, no one will find out. No one will know what happened to her or hold him accountable. Basically he’s pissed because now it will be harder to control himself. Harder to keep himself from killing her because he knows he could easily get away with it.

    Why is this book published?!

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