The Twilight Saga

THE TWILIGHT SAGA

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If you have a love of Vampires and werewolves but have not read these books yet,
‘Where on earth have you been?’

Fantastically writen by author Stephanie Meyers, it all begins with ‘Twilight’ and Bella Swan, a clumsy 17 year old from Arizona.
Bella’s moving to the small town of ‘Forks’ in the state of washington to live with her dad ‘Charlie’ for a while, the trouble is that Forks is nearly always under the cover of rain clouds and the prospect of this is seems very bleak.
It’s here in Forks that Bella’s world is completely turned upside down when she meets ‘Edward Cullen’, He’s gorgeous,fit and has an insatiable thirst for her blood.
Both Bella and Edward seem to be drawn to each other despite the danger this represents and so fall in love.
As if the problem that Edward being a Vampire poses is not enough for Bella to deal with, her life seems to become more and more complicated.
As we follow her life through this first book,then on to ‘New Moon’ and to ‘Eclipse’ and finally ending with ‘Breaking Dawn’, things just get stranger for Bella, with a pack of Werewolf friends, Vampire royalty wanting to cause her harm, a half human half Vampire baby being born, the constant threat of growing older than the one she loves and the need to become a Vampire.

Here’s a small taster from ‘Twilight’ to wet your appetite…..

It was there, sitting the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that i first saw them.
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where i sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren’t talking, and they weren’t eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them.
They weren’t gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held my attention.
They didn’t look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big-muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond.
The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-coloured hair.He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even be teachers here rather than students.
The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the sports illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room.
The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing out in every direction.
And yet they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes-purplish, bruiselike shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.
But all of this is not why I couldn’t look away.
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel
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These books are a must have for any ones collection, once you begin reading you simply can not put them down.

  

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