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Twilight (The Twilight Saga, Book 1)
Fall in love with the addictive, suspenseful love story between a teenage girl and a vampire with the book that sparked a "literary phenomenon" and redefined romance for a generation (New York Times).
Isabella Swan's move to Forks, a small, perpetually rainy town in Washington, could have been the most boring move she ever made. But once she meets the mysterious and alluring Edward Cullen, Isabella's life takes a thrilling and terrifying turn.
Up until now, Edward has managed to keep his vampire identity a secret in the small community he lives in, but now nobody is safe, especially Isabella, the person Edward holds most dear. The lovers find themselves balanced precariously on the point of a knife -- between desire and danger.
Deeply romantic and extraordinarily suspenseful, Twilight captures the struggle between defying our instincts and satisfying our desires. This is a love story with bite.
It's here! #1 bestselling author Stephenie Meyer makes a triumphant return to the world of Twilight with the highly anticipated companion, Midnight Sun: the iconic love story of Bella and Edward told from the vampire's point of view.
"People do not want to just read Meyer's books; they want to climb inside them and live there." -- Time
"A literary phenomenon." -- The New York Times
Isabella Swan's move to Forks, a small, perpetually rainy town in Washington, could have been the most boring move she ever made. But once she meets the mysterious and alluring Edward Cullen, Isabella's life takes a thrilling and terrifying turn.
Up until now, Edward has managed to keep his vampire identity a secret in the small community he lives in, but now nobody is safe, especially Isabella, the person Edward holds most dear. The lovers find themselves balanced precariously on the point of a knife -- between desire and danger.
Deeply romantic and extraordinarily suspenseful, Twilight captures the struggle between defying our instincts and satisfying our desires. This is a love story with bite.
It's here! #1 bestselling author Stephenie Meyer makes a triumphant return to the world of Twilight with the highly anticipated companion, Midnight Sun: the iconic love story of Bella and Edward told from the vampire's point of view.
"People do not want to just read Meyer's books; they want to climb inside them and live there." -- Time
"A literary phenomenon." -- The New York Times
Readers Top Reviews
Mattia
oh my , I kind of enjoyed the movie so I have decided to read the book. the dialogues between Bella and Edward are the most boring ever, page after page the author just repeat the same boring routine...I had to force myself to finish it, I know the story, I won't bother with the next chapters.
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Believe me, I loved Twilight, but it wouldn't be for everyone. This book follows a teenage girl named Bella (who I'll be getting to later) and her life when she moves to Forks, a small town located in Washington. If you ask me, Forks would be my ideal place to live, so long as the Wi-Fi's strong, but Bella dosen't seem to think so-in fact, she judges the place as a major stepdown from Pheonix, her home-town…Home-city. In school at Forks, whilst having lunch in the cafeteria with some of her new friends, she sees the Cullens-a mysterious family of five adopted children. Each one is, in her opinion, 'astonishingly beautiful', but she seems to take a certain interest in Edward Cullen…and the story progresses from there. I'm gonna start by talking about Bella. She is your average, cynical high-schooler, with a personality that has inspired numerous heroines since the books release. Though I gotta say, I don't like her. She OBSESSES over Edward, snd almost every single moment of her discovery of him is filled with thoughts of just Edward Edward Edward. She even dreams about him. If Bella was real and I knew her, I'd advise her to get a therapist. Now on to Edward himself. If you've watched Fantastic Beasts you'd know how possesive Nifflers are about their gold. Now times that by a million and you've got how Edward is with Bella. He get's physcotic if any other boys approach her, he's obsessed with her SMELL, and he stalks her. At one point he admits to have been watching Bella as she sleeps, and, no lie, Bella is PLEASED about it. He also never stops insulting her about how clumsy she is, and laughs when she injures herself, and, as usual, Bella is powerless to resist as she is 'entranced' by the 'meliodic' sound of his laugh. So, overall, Twilight is a great read, though flawed by the characters. Speaking of which, everyone else is great, especially the rest of the Cullen family. I would recommend this book, but, as per said, it's not for everyone. A solid four stars. Review by Teknik Reviews.
Kindle
I'm reading this after watching the films for like the 3rd time. I wanted to see if the books would clarify Bella's obsession with Edward a little more but this first installment certainly doesn't do that. The chapters are long, a personal pet hate of mine as I hate stopping halfway through a chapter when my lunch break is over or tiredness wins. I was very much Team Jacob with the films and I'm still very much the same at the end of this. Edward is moody, secretive, and manipulative. Perhaps reading this as a 33 year old woman means I have the ability to spot abusive traits in a potential partner that an 18 year old wouldn't pick up on. Either way, I don't find Edward attractive in the least. Perhaps reading on will change my mind.
JaceTasha Ní Mhiachá
2.5* Bella’s not like other girls... she reads classics. But in all seriousness this book is bad. Yet... I’m struggling to give this book a rating. There’s no doubt in my mind that if this was the first time that I’d read this book it would be a one star rating. However, it’s not the first time I’ve read this book. Me and this book, we have history. I remember the first time I read this book as clear as day, with my tattered, borrowed copy from my school library. As soon as I met Bella and the Cullen’s I fell in love with a book for the first time. I also related to Bella (please forgive me, I was 10 years old and didn’t know any better) because like her I didn’t fit it; I loved books and the strange and mysterious fascinated me. 10 year old me would have jumped at the chance to become a vampire, and Edward’s “overprotectiveness” was seen as only charming. Now, at 19 (God, has it really been 9 years), Bella’s character is insipid and 2-dimensional. Edward is controlling and toxic - he constantly calls her silly, absurd and ridiculous when she raises genuine concerns - and the only saving grace for this book is the Cullen family. The story is even worse with no compelling plot, and a lot is made to propel the story forward while lacking any sense. For example, when Bella was on the phone to James and Alice was in the room, how was it that with her [Alice’s] superior hearing she couldn’t tell that it was James on the phone rather than Bella’s mother? There are so many things wrong with this, so when I give this book 2.5*, I’m more than aware that this is more than it deserves, but this book holds a grudging place in my heart and I can’t deny the love I once had for this series.
TiffanySteven M. Bro
I just finished reading Twilight now, in 2019. I'm a little late to the party. I've seen all the movies and I thought they were fine/ok, but I kept hearing how much better the books are. The first half of the book slow. In fact I almost DNF at exactly 50%. But I one night I had nothing else to read so I thought I'd try it one more time. It definitely picked up and I actually really enjoyed the second half of the book. There was more going on, and most importantly, less high school parts. Maybe it's because I'm reading it for the first time in my 30s instead of in my teens. I just found Edward more of a creeper/stalker then a perfect romance. The cons: Edward is super controlling. I know he's a vampire and by nature they would be controlling, but it was a little irritating that he pretty much dictates everything about Bella and she just goes along with it. She's just a naive teenager so I guess it does make sense. I just hope all the young girls who read this don't think that a controlling guy is romantic. Being watched while sleeping is super creepy. Bella is a classic but bland Mary Sue, who's only happiness is when she is with Edward. It also annoyed me how much she was taking care of her Dad....doing all the dishes, cooking dinner, housekeeping etc. Yes it's wonderful that she's helping out and doing her part, but her DAD should also be a caretaker to his daughter. The pros: I really enjoyed the backstories of all the vampires. I love that they are in Washington because it's always cloudy (and I love the Pacific Northwest!). I don't mind that they are sparkly vampires, it's a different take on why they don't go in the sun and it's pretty creative. The overall story was good, even if it started slow. I will definitely pick up the next book.
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TwilightBy Stephenie MeyerMegan Tingley BooksCopyright © 2006 Stephenie Meyer
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9780316015844
Chapter One Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven - now fifty-eight - students; there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home. All of the kids here had grown up together-their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak. Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I'd never fit in anywhere. I should be tan, sporty, blond - a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps - all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.
Instead, I was ivory-skinned, without even the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete; I didn't have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself - and harming both myself and anyone else who stood too close.
When I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the communal bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel. I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but already I looked sallower, unhealthy. My skin could be pretty - it was very clear, almost translucent- looking - but it all depended on color. I had no color here.
Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn't just physically that I'd never fit in. And if I couldn't find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here?
I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.
I didn't sleep well that night, even after I was done crying. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled the faded old quilt over my head, and later added the pillow, too. But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle.
Thick fog was all I could see out my window in the morning, and I could feel the claustrophobia creeping up on me. You could never see the sky here; it was like a cage.
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me good luck at school. I thanked him, knowing his hope was wasted. Good luck tended to avoid me. Charlie left first, off to the police station that was his wife and family. After he left, I sat at the old square oak table in one of the three unmatching chairs and examined his small kitchen, with its dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and white linoleum floor. Nothing was changed. My mother had painted the cabinets eighteen years ago in an attempt to bring some sunshine into the house. Over the small fireplace in the adjoining handkerchief-sized family room was a row of pictures. First a wedding picture of Charlie and my mom in Las Vegas, then one of the three of us in the hospital after I was born, taken by a helpful nurse, followed by the procession of my school pictures up to last year's. Those were embarrassing to look at - I would have to see what I could do to get Charlie to put them somewhere else, at least while I was living here.
It was impossible, being in this house, not to realize that Charlie had never gotten over my mom. It made me uncomfortable.
I didn't want to be too early to school, but I couldn't stay in the house anymore. I donned my jacket - which had the feel of a biohazard suit - and headed out into the rain.
It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up. The sloshing of my new waterproof boots was unnerving. I missed the normal crunch of gravel as I walked. I couldn't pause and admire my truck again as I wanted; I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to...
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9780316015844
Chapter One Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven - now fifty-eight - students; there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home. All of the kids here had grown up together-their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak. Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I'd never fit in anywhere. I should be tan, sporty, blond - a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps - all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.
Instead, I was ivory-skinned, without even the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete; I didn't have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself - and harming both myself and anyone else who stood too close.
When I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the communal bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel. I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but already I looked sallower, unhealthy. My skin could be pretty - it was very clear, almost translucent- looking - but it all depended on color. I had no color here.
Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn't just physically that I'd never fit in. And if I couldn't find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here?
I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.
I didn't sleep well that night, even after I was done crying. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled the faded old quilt over my head, and later added the pillow, too. But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle.
Thick fog was all I could see out my window in the morning, and I could feel the claustrophobia creeping up on me. You could never see the sky here; it was like a cage.
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me good luck at school. I thanked him, knowing his hope was wasted. Good luck tended to avoid me. Charlie left first, off to the police station that was his wife and family. After he left, I sat at the old square oak table in one of the three unmatching chairs and examined his small kitchen, with its dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and white linoleum floor. Nothing was changed. My mother had painted the cabinets eighteen years ago in an attempt to bring some sunshine into the house. Over the small fireplace in the adjoining handkerchief-sized family room was a row of pictures. First a wedding picture of Charlie and my mom in Las Vegas, then one of the three of us in the hospital after I was born, taken by a helpful nurse, followed by the procession of my school pictures up to last year's. Those were embarrassing to look at - I would have to see what I could do to get Charlie to put them somewhere else, at least while I was living here.
It was impossible, being in this house, not to realize that Charlie had never gotten over my mom. It made me uncomfortable.
I didn't want to be too early to school, but I couldn't stay in the house anymore. I donned my jacket - which had the feel of a biohazard suit - and headed out into the rain.
It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up. The sloshing of my new waterproof boots was unnerving. I missed the normal crunch of gravel as I walked. I couldn't pause and admire my truck again as I wanted; I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to...
