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Hey Book Lover! For Bella Swan, there is one thing more important than life itself: Edward Cullen. While unwrapping a gift, she gets a paper cut, which causes Edward's adopted brother, Jasper , to be overwhelmed by her blood's scent and attempt to kill Bella. To protect her, Edward decides to end their relationship, and the Cullens move away from Forks.
This leaves Bella heart-broken and depressed. In the months that follow, Bella learns that thrill-seeking activities, such as motorcycle riding, allow her to "hear" Edward's voice in her head. She also seeks comfort in her deepening friendship with Jacob Black , a cheerful companion who eases her pain over losing Edward.
Bella later discovers that Jacob and other tribe members are shape-shifters who assumes gigantic wolf forms. Alice had said there was a good chance we would both die here.
Perhaps the outcome would be different if she weren't trapped by the brilliant sunlight; only I was free to run across this bright, crowded square. So it didn't matter to me that we were surrounded by our extraordinarily dangerous enemies.
As the clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late—and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live. The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight—the kind of blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in Forks, Washington—and second, I was looking at my Grandma Marie.
Gran had been dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence toward the dream theory. Gran hadn't changed much; her face looked just the same as I remembered it. The skin was soft and withered, bent into a thousand tiny creases that clung gently to the bone underneath. Like a dried apricot, but with a puff of thick white hair standing out in a cloud around it. Our mouths—hers a wizened picker—spread into the same surprised half-smile at just the same time.
Apparently, she hadn't been expecting to see me, either. I was about to ask her a question; I had so many—What was she doing here in my cream?
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