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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 12:48 pm
since i have absolutely nothing better to do
im going to type stuff from my favorite book right now=P
its Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
i actually like Eclipse better but still
you should all go buy it and read it
its awesome
theyre making a movie too but i hate the cast
i dont even know if im going to see it...*cries*
ok here goes:
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 12:58 pm
i love those books!
when does the movie come out?
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:02 pm
sometime not soon=( lol
btw
im only posting the preface and first chapter otherwise i think
that they can sue me for um reproduction without permission from the
author
not that we dont already have some illegal doing peoples in this guild... *cough cough stare* lol
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:04 pm
two things. im gonna post the quotes from the book in red, and my own comments in blue obviously. that and im posting one sentance per post so good luck reading it roflmao.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:06 pm
Preface
I'd never given much thought to how I would die --- though I'd had reason enough in the last few months--- but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
wow these first few are kind of long sentances...
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:07 pm
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:08 pm
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:09 pm
Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
yes that was two sentances but the first one was small
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:09 pm
I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldnt' be facing death right now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:10 pm
But, terrified as I was, I couldnt' bring myself to regret the decision.
duh duh duh...
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:12 pm
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comse to an end.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:14 pm
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.
(end Preface)
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:18 pm
so as chapter one is a full 25 pages long, i have decided now to post them in paragraphs instead of sentances=P
1. First Sight
My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt---sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:26 pm
In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:32 pm
It was to Forks that I now exiled myself -- and action taht I took with great horror. I detested Forks.
I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city.
"Bella," my mom said to me--- the last of a thousand times---before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this."
My mom looks like me, except with short hair and wide laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving erratic, hare-brained mother to fend for herself?Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still...
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