So it has hit me. The Twilight bug has hit me.
Shazzy let me borrow the New Moon book Tuesday-you know the follow up to Twilight-the 2nd book in the series. I finished it last night at 12:56pm exactly.
My reading ran like this:
"Edward...How can you leave her?" I screamed at the book as I laid on my bed. The plush comforter underneath my skin had no ease on the blow I felt. The disappointment glowered as I debated on rather or not to finish reading the book. "You are such a liar you said you would always love her! You jerk! How could you be so righteously selfish?" the words continued to pour out of my mouth as they lingered in the room. The familiar sting of love lost shuddered through my body. I winced. I continued reading...
Bella slowly lost touch with reality and spiraled in to that pit that only unrequited love can force upon you. How could he have done this? Knowing the very pain she felt I cursed Edward"You jerk. I hope you are tormented everyday. I hate you". But I didn't. I longed for her hurt to go away. For Edward to run back and throw his arms around her. Kiss her forehead. Place his hand upon her chin and tell her everything was going to be okay. But life isn't like that. There's not a gentle hand that comes along to wipe the tears away. There aren't any princes that wrap their arms around you and block out all the pain. Your left with the very real, very knowing that your heart is broken. Nothing can fix it. Nothing can heal it. Nothing can mend it but the very one who broke it. I continued...
Jacob was as sweet as can be. So innocent. So real. So alive. But then the smell of a rose lingers effortlessly and with ease in your mind but the prick of it's thorn leaves a burned image upon your soul. I desperately wanted Edward back... I read on
Jacob wound up being a ware wolf. Bella met the other wolves and was in there presence. All the while though there was something so wreck less, so uninvolved about them. It felt as though I was watching the blue collar comedy group. A complete bunch of uncouth, unsocialized, adolescent boys. How I longed for the refinement of the 'bloodsuckers'. The refined speech of the Cullens. The refinement of Edward. "Where are you Edward? Why? Why? You jerk!" escaped my consciousness through my lips. I craved to know why? I wondered of Jasper...how he was.
Jasper...content with who he is. What he is. Sure of his self. Learning his restraints. I missed Jasper. Missed Edward. Missed Alice. Missed Esme. Missed Emmett. Missed Dr. Carlisle. Missed...well. I had to read on.
Veronica the vampire was still a real threat. Bella hallucinates. I know those hallucinations. I've imagined the feeling of a lost loves arms wrapped around me. Heard there voice say they loved me. But not real. Not there. How can I read this book. I stopped and breathed. But I had to continue on. 'Please Meyer you can't do this' etched through my brain. I need to know that there is an escape in this book. 'Please return Edward' I silently hoped. I begged. I had to read on...
Edward is in trouble. No hint of anger left. He did her horribly. But he was in trouble and she had to go help. I wanted her to help. I yearned for her to help. I needed her to help. I needed Edward to be kept safe. I needed him to know she was still living. I needed her to have the chance, even if he died, for her to have the chance to ask 'why?' and hoped he would tell her. I longed for him to hold her. To comfort her. To want her. To ache for her. To love her. The story continued...
She winds up saving him and he her. We learn that she can dispel most vampire 'talents' involving the mind. I wanted to know more about that but... he held her. Edward held her. Edward kissed her. Edward wrapped his arms around her and made the pain stop. Edward was sorry. Edward wanted her. Edward ached for her. Edward...loved her. I could sleep. The book was through. I was content. Nothing else mattered. Hurt feelings, others, nothing. He loved her. That was all she...
I...
we needed.
Shazzy let me borrow the New Moon book Tuesday-you know the follow up to Twilight-the 2nd book in the series. I finished it last night at 12:56pm exactly.
My reading ran like this:
"Edward...How can you leave her?" I screamed at the book as I laid on my bed. The plush comforter underneath my skin had no ease on the blow I felt. The disappointment glowered as I debated on rather or not to finish reading the book. "You are such a liar you said you would always love her! You jerk! How could you be so righteously selfish?" the words continued to pour out of my mouth as they lingered in the room. The familiar sting of love lost shuddered through my body. I winced. I continued reading...
Bella slowly lost touch with reality and spiraled in to that pit that only unrequited love can force upon you. How could he have done this? Knowing the very pain she felt I cursed Edward"You jerk. I hope you are tormented everyday. I hate you". But I didn't. I longed for her hurt to go away. For Edward to run back and throw his arms around her. Kiss her forehead. Place his hand upon her chin and tell her everything was going to be okay. But life isn't like that. There's not a gentle hand that comes along to wipe the tears away. There aren't any princes that wrap their arms around you and block out all the pain. Your left with the very real, very knowing that your heart is broken. Nothing can fix it. Nothing can heal it. Nothing can mend it but the very one who broke it. I continued...
Jacob was as sweet as can be. So innocent. So real. So alive. But then the smell of a rose lingers effortlessly and with ease in your mind but the prick of it's thorn leaves a burned image upon your soul. I desperately wanted Edward back... I read on
Jacob wound up being a ware wolf. Bella met the other wolves and was in there presence. All the while though there was something so wreck less, so uninvolved about them. It felt as though I was watching the blue collar comedy group. A complete bunch of uncouth, unsocialized, adolescent boys. How I longed for the refinement of the 'bloodsuckers'. The refined speech of the Cullens. The refinement of Edward. "Where are you Edward? Why? Why? You jerk!" escaped my consciousness through my lips. I craved to know why? I wondered of Jasper...how he was.
Jasper...content with who he is. What he is. Sure of his self. Learning his restraints. I missed Jasper. Missed Edward. Missed Alice. Missed Esme. Missed Emmett. Missed Dr. Carlisle. Missed...well. I had to read on.
Veronica the vampire was still a real threat. Bella hallucinates. I know those hallucinations. I've imagined the feeling of a lost loves arms wrapped around me. Heard there voice say they loved me. But not real. Not there. How can I read this book. I stopped and breathed. But I had to continue on. 'Please Meyer you can't do this' etched through my brain. I need to know that there is an escape in this book. 'Please return Edward' I silently hoped. I begged. I had to read on...
Edward is in trouble. No hint of anger left. He did her horribly. But he was in trouble and she had to go help. I wanted her to help. I yearned for her to help. I needed her to help. I needed Edward to be kept safe. I needed him to know she was still living. I needed her to have the chance, even if he died, for her to have the chance to ask 'why?' and hoped he would tell her. I longed for him to hold her. To comfort her. To want her. To ache for her. To love her. The story continued...
She winds up saving him and he her. We learn that she can dispel most vampire 'talents' involving the mind. I wanted to know more about that but... he held her. Edward held her. Edward kissed her. Edward wrapped his arms around her and made the pain stop. Edward was sorry. Edward wanted her. Edward ached for her. Edward...loved her. I could sleep. The book was through. I was content. Nothing else mattered. Hurt feelings, others, nothing. He loved her. That was all she...
I...
we needed.
Um, yeah. We are so going to see New Moon together. Nice post btw. Very beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteYes...definately. I'll bring the wine and fried asagio.
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