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Dienes
Nov 4, 2009

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College Slice

hyperhazard posted:

Binged this thread in a week, what a ride.

Does anyone else think it's kind of gruesome that Meyer's tie-in novella focuses on a child who only exists to gets murdered? It's like 200 pages of first-person narrative that ends with her literally being ripped to shreds. That's hosed up.

Yeah, but I imagine she thinks its borderline romantic.

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chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

It's also just a terribly boring book. This is how the story ends:

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"We don't make exceptions," Jane told them, amused. "And we don't give second chances. It's bad for our reputation."

It was like she was discussing someone else. I didn't care that she was talking about killing me. I knew the yellow-eyes couldn't stop her. She was the vampire police. But even though the vampire cops were dirty - really dirty - at least the yellow-eyes knew it now.

"Which reminds me...," Jane went on, her eyes locking on the human girl again and her smile widening. "Caius will be so interested to hear that you're still human, Bella. Perhaps he'll decide to visit."

Still human. So they were going to change the girl. I wondered what they were waiting for.

"The date is set," said the little vampire with the short black hair and the clear voice. "Perhaps we'll come to visit you in a few months."

Jane's smile disappeared like someone had wiped it off. She shrugged without looking at the black-haired vampire, and I got the feeling that as much as she might have hated the human girl, she hated this small vampire ten times as much. Jane turned back to Carlisle with the same vacant expression as before. "It was nice to meet you, Carlisle - I'd thought Aro was exaggerating. Well, until we meet again..."

This would be it, then. I still didn't feel afraid. My only regret was that I couldn't tell Fred more about all of this. He was going almost totally blind into this world full of dangerous politics and dirty cops and secret covens. But Fred was smart and careful and talented. What could they do to him if they couldn't even see him? Maybe the yellow-eyes would meet Fred someday. Be nice to him, please, I thought at the mind reader.

"Take care of that, Felix," Jane said indifferently, nodding at me. "I want to go home."

"Don't watch," the redheaded mind reader whispered. I closed my eyes.

It's so detached, it's like Bree isn't even a person. She may as well be writing a grocery list with how her death is treated.

Proteus Jones
Feb 28, 2013



chitoryu12 posted:

It's also just a terribly boring book. This is how the story ends:


It's so detached, it's like Bree isn't even a person. She may as well be writing a grocery list with how her death is treated.

I'm offended it's in first person, past tense. That makes zero sense unless this is being transcribed from the afterlife.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

We've finally finished with William Control, so Twilight resumes for the finale on Monday!

A Real Horse
Oct 26, 2013


I am incredibly excited for this. Thank you for suffering for our enjoyment in these dark times.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

I got bored. Here you go.

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This book is dedicated to my ninja/agent, Jodi Reamer. Thank you for keeping me off the ledge.

And thanks also to my favorite band, the very aptly named Muse, for providing a saga’s worth of inspiration.

After William Control, there's something almost comforting about returning to the most boring series.

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Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.


Edna St. Vincent Millay

Preface

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I'd had more than my fair share of near-death experiences; it wasn’t something you ever really got used to.

It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I’d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.

Still, this time was so different from the others.

You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers—the monsters, the enemies.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?

If it was someone you truly loved?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpKlLs_Xrcw

Chapter 1: Engaged

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No one is staring at you, I promised myself. No one is staring at you. No one is staring at you.

But, because I couldn’t lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check.

Right back in top form with Bella's very first line being a lie!

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As I sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked to the right—in her minivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn’t drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn’t it? Didn’t that apply to me anymore?

Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that she probably had no idea if it was even me in here, let alone that I’d caught her looking. I tried to take some comfort in the fact that she wasn’t really staring at me, just the car.

My car. Sigh.

I glanced to the left and groaned. Two pedestrians were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their chance to cross as they stared. Behind them, Mr. Marshall was gawking through the plate-glass window of his little souvenir shop. At least he didn’t have his nose pressed up against the glass. Yet.

The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas pedal without thinking—the normal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving.

And immediately killed five people.

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Engine snarling like a hunting panther, the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into the black leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine.

“Arg!” I gasped as I fumbled for the brake. Keeping my head, I merely tapped the pedal. The car lurched to an absolute standstill anyway.

I couldn’t bear to look around at the reaction. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car before, it was gone now. With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one half millimeter, and the car shot forward again.

I was actually doing a Duck tour in Boston when something like that happened and the guy lodged his friend's Mercedes under the front of our vehicle at a four-way stop.

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I managed to reach my goal, the gas station. If I hadn’t been running on vapors, I wouldn’t have come into town at all. I was going without a lot of things these days, like Pop-Tarts and shoelaces, to avoid spending time in public.

You...go through shoelaces?

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Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the cap off, the card scanned, and the nozzle in the tank within seconds. Of course, there was nothing I could do to make the numbers on the gauge pick up the pace. They ticked by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it just to annoy me.

It wasn’t bright out—a typical drizzly day in Forks, Washington—but I still felt like a spotlight was trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand. At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me.

It was stupid to be so self-conscious, and I knew that. Besides my dad and mom, did it really matter what people were saying about my engagement? About my new car? About my mysterious acceptance into an Ivy League college? About the shiny black credit card that felt red-hot in my back pocket right now?

If this were written today, they'd probably be wondering why Edward bought her a 4k 60 FPS webcam.

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“Yeah, who cares what they think,” I muttered under my breath.

“Um, miss?” a man’s voice called.

I turned, and then wished I hadn’t.

Two men stood beside a fancy SUV with brand-new kayaks tied to the top. Neither of them was looking at me; they both were staring at the car.

Personally, I didn’t get it. But then, I was just proud I could distinguish between the symbols for Toyota, Ford, and Chevy. This car was glossy black, sleek, and pretty, but it was still just a car to me.

More of Meyer's self-insert talking, as she knew so little about cars that she got her gearhead brothers to do all that part for her.

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“I’m sorry to bother you, but could you tell me what kind of car you’re driving?” the tall one asked.

“Um, a Mercedes, right?”

“Yes,” the man said politely while his shorter friend rolled his eyes at my answer. “I know. But I was wondering, is that… are you driving a Mercedes Guardian?” The man said the name with reverence. I had a feeling this guy would get along well with Edward Cullen, my… my fiancé (there really was no getting around that truth with the wedding just days away). “They aren’t supposed to be available in Europe yet,” the man went on, “let alone here.”



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RV7fQKAwUS4

The real car being referenced here is the Mercedes-Benz S600 Guard, a highly modified version of the S-class platform for VIP protection. Armored body panels, bulletproof glass, and a self-sealing fuel tank.

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While his eyes traced the contours of my car—it didn’t look much different from any other Mercedes sedan to me, but what did I know?—I briefly contemplated my issues with words like fiancé, wedding, husband, etc.

I just couldn’t put it together in my head.

On the one hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white dresses and bouquets. But more than that, I just couldn’t reconcile a staid, respectable, dull concept like husband with my concept of Edward. It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn’t visualize him in any commonplace role.

Or because he's permanently a hormonal teenager?

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Like always, as soon as I started thinking about Edward I was caught up in a dizzy spin of fantasies. The stranger had to clear his throat to get my attention; he was still waiting for an answer about the car’s make and model.

“I don’t know,” I told him honestly.

“Do you mind if I take a picture with it?”

It took me a second to process that. “Really? You want to take a picture with the car?”

“Sure—nobody is going to believe me if I don’t get proof.”

“Um. Okay. Fine.”

One day this year, we will get Bella Swan to learn how to talk to people.

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I swiftly put away the nozzle and crept into the front seat to hide while the enthusiast dug a huge professional-looking camera out of his backpack. He and his friend took turns posing by the hood, and then they went to take pictures at the back end.

“I miss my truck,” I whimpered to myself.

Very, very convenient—too convenient—that my truck would wheeze its last wheeze just weeks after Edward and I had agreed to our lopsided compromise, one detail of which was that he be allowed to replace my truck when it passed on. Edward swore it was only to be expected; my truck had lived a long, full life and then expired of natural causes. According to him. And, of course, I had no way to verify his story or to try to raise my truck from the dead on my own. My favorite mechanic—

Of course Edward would intentionally break her property to get her to accept things his way.

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I stopped that thought cold, refusing to let it come to a conclusion. Instead, I listened to the men’s voices outside, muted by the car walls.

“… went at it with a flamethrower in the online video. Didn’t even pucker the paint.”

“Of course not. You could roll a tank over this baby. Not much of a market for one over here. Designed for Middle East diplomats, arms dealers, and drug lords mostly.”

“Think she’s something?” the short one asked in a softer voice. I ducked my head, cheeks flaming.

“Huh,” the tall one said. “Maybe. Can’t imagine what you’d need missile-proof glass and four thousand pounds of body armor for around here. Must be headed somewhere more hazardous.”

Body armor. Four thousand pounds of body armor. And missile-proof glass? Nice. What had happened to good old-fashioned bulletproof?

And then she crashes and gives herself whiplash anyway.

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Well, at least this made some sense—if you had a twisted sense of humor.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected Edward to take advantage of our deal, to weight it on his side so that he could give so much more than he would receive. I’d agreed that he could replace my truck when it needed replacing, not expecting that moment to come quite so soon, of course. When I’d been forced to admit that the truck had become no more than a still-life tribute to classic Chevys on my curb, I knew his idea of a replacement was probably going to embarrass me. Make me the focus of stares and whispers. I’d been right about that part. But even in my darkest imaginings I had not foreseen that he would get me two cars.

The “before” car and the “after” car, he’d explained when I’d flipped out.

This was just the “before” car. He’d told me it was a loaner and promised that he was returning it after the wedding. It all had made absolutely no sense to me. Until now.

Who did you borrow this from?

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Ha ha. Because I was so fragilely human, so accident-prone, so much a victim to my own dangerous bad luck, apparently I needed a tank-resistant car to keep me safe. Hilarious. I was sure he and his brothers had enjoyed the joke quite a bit behind my back.

Or maybe, just maybe, a small voice whispered in my head, it’s not a joke, silly. Maybe he’s really that worried about you. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s gone a little overboard trying to protect you.

It's better than his previous methods of going overboard, like kidnapping. Probably has a GPS tag on it though.

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I sighed.

I hadn’t seen the “after” car yet. It was hidden under a sheet in the deepest corner of the Cullens’ garage. I knew most people would have peeked by now, but I really didn’t want to know.

Probably no body armor on that car—because I wouldn’t need it after the honeymoon. Virtual indestructibility was just one of the many perks I was looking forward to. The best parts about being a Cullen were not expensive cars and impressive credit cards.

I'd still be afraid of her totaling it even after getting her vampire reflexes.

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“Hey,” the tall man called, cupping his hands to the glass in an effort to peer in. “We’re done now. Thanks a lot!”

“You’re welcome,” I called back, and then tensed as I started the engine and eased the pedal—ever so gently—down.…

No matter how many times I drove down the familiar road home, I still couldn’t make the rain-faded flyers fade into the background. Each one of them, stapled to telephone poles and taped to street signs, was like a fresh slap in the face. A well-deserved slap in the face. My mind was sucked back into the thought I’d interrupted so immediately before. I couldn’t avoid it on this road. Not with pictures of my favorite mechanic flashing past me at regular intervals.

My best friend. My Jacob.

Lest we forget, we last left Jacob flipping out and disappearing because he was told of Bella and Edward's impending wedding...despite having been fine with it two chapters previously...and having established himself as a nasty manipulator and sexual predator.

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The HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? posters were not Jacob’s father’s idea. It had been my father, Charlie, who’d printed up the flyers and spread them all over town. And not just Forks, but Port Angeles and Sequim and Hoquiam and Aberdeen and every other town in the Olympic Peninsula. He’d made sure that all the police stations in the state of Washington had the same flyer hanging on the wall, too. His own station had a whole corkboard dedicated to finding Jacob. A corkboard that was mostly empty, much to his disappointment and frustration.

My dad was disappointed with more than the lack of response. He was most disappointed with Billy, Jacob’s father—and Charlie’s closest friend.

For Billy’s not being more involved with the search for his sixteen-year-old “runaway.” For Billy’s refusing to put up the flyers in La Push, the reservation on the coast that was Jacob’s home. For his seeming resigned to Jacob’s disappearance, as if there was nothing he could do. For his saying, “Jacob’s grown up now. He’ll come home if he wants to.”

Not like he can run into the woods after him...

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And he was frustrated with me, for taking Billy’s side. I wouldn’t put up posters, either.

Because both Billy and I knew where Jacob was, roughly speaking, and we also knew that no one had seen this boy.

The flyers put the usual big, fat lump in my throat, the usual stinging tears in my eyes, and I was glad Edward was out hunting this Saturday. If Edward saw my reaction, it would only make him feel terrible, too.

And then it just creates this nasty feedback loop of you both being miserable people.

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Of course, there were drawbacks to it being Saturday. As I turned slowly and carefully onto my street, I could see my dad’s police cruiser in the driveway of our home. He’d skipped fishing again today. Still sulking about the wedding.

So I wouldn’t be able to use the phone inside. But I had to call.…

I parked on the curb behind the Chevy sculpture and pulled the cell phone Edward had given me for emergencies out of the glove compartment. I dialed, keeping my finger on the “end” button as the phone rang. Just in case.

"Chevy sculpture" isn't the greatest joke in the world, but just any kind of legitimate humor after that last thread pleases me.

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“Hello?” Seth Clearwater answered, and I sighed in relief. I was way too chicken to speak to his older sister, Leah. The phrase “bite my head off” was not entirely a figure of speech when it came to Leah.

“Hey, Seth, it’s Bella.”

“Oh, hiya, Bella! How are you?”

Choked up. Desperate for reassurance. “Fine.”

“Calling for an update?”

“You’re psychic.”

“Not hardly. I’m no Alice—you’re just predictable,” he joked. Among the Quileute pack down at La Push, only Seth was comfortable even mentioning the Cullens by name, let alone joking about things like my nearly omniscient sister-in-law-to-be.

Make Seth the protagonist instead.

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“I know I am.” I hesitated for a minute. “How is he?”

Seth sighed. “Same as ever. He won’t talk, though we know he hears us. He’s trying not to think human, you know. Just going with his instincts.”

“Do you know where he is now?”

“Somewhere in northern Canada. I can’t tell you which province. He doesn’t pay much attention to state lines.”

He's an illegal immigrant!

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“Any hint that he might…”

“He’s not coming home, Bella. Sorry.”

I swallowed. “S’okay, Seth. I knew before I asked. I just can’t help wishing.”

“Yeah. We all feel the same way.”

“Thanks for putting up with me, Seth. I know the others must give you a hard time.”

“They’re not your hugest fans,” he agreed cheerfully. “Kind of lame, I think. Jacob made his choices, you made yours. Jake doesn’t like their attitude about it. ’Course, he isn’t super thrilled that you’re checking up on him, either.”

I gasped. “I thought he wasn’t talking to you?”

“He can’t hide everything from us, hard as he’s trying.”

I wonder if there's any kind of upper limit on the range the wolves have for their mind link. This guy's thousands of miles away and they still have total access to his mind when they transform.

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So Jacob knew I was worried. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Well, at least he knew I hadn’t skipped off into the sunset and forgotten him completely. He might have imagined me capable of that.

“I guess I’ll see you at the… wedding,” I said, forcing the word out through my teeth.

“Yeah, me and my mom will be there. It was cool of you to ask us.”

I smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice. Though inviting the Clearwaters had been Edward’s idea, I was glad he’d thought of it. Having Seth there would be nice—a link, however tenuous, to my missing best man. “It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

"We need someone who won't be a gloomy rear end in a top hat here."

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“Tell Edward I said hi, ’kay?”

“Sure thing.”

I shook my head. The friendship that had sprung up between Edward and Seth was something that still boggled my mind. It was proof, though, that things didn’t have to be this way. That vampires and werewolves could get along just fine, thank you very much, if they were of a mind to.

Not everybody liked this idea.

Ah, I see we're swooping right back into "tell, don't show" before the first chapter is halfway done!

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“Ah,” Seth said, his voice cracking up an octave. “Er, Leah’s home.”

“Oh! Bye!”

The phone went dead. I left it on the seat and prepared myself mentally to go inside the house, where Charlie would be waiting.

My poor dad had so much to deal with right now. Jacob-the-runaway was just one of the straws on his overburdened back. He was almost as worried about me, his barely-a-legal-adult daughter who was about to become a Mrs. in just a few days’ time.

Meyer's Mormon background is showing in her not realizing the implications of describing Bella as "barely legal."

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I walked slowly through the light rain, remembering the night we’d told him.…

As we go to the chapter break, can I just say that this really puts William Control's extreme immaturity and incompetence into perspective? A book with writing many times more complex yet manages to say less meaningful and often far worse things, while giving even the barest entertainment value only as a source of mocking its wild absurdity.

Shwoo
Jul 21, 2011

Could Billy not just tell Charlie approximately where Jacob is? Like that he's nowhere near the Olympic Peninsula and has no intention of coming home? Charlie isn't going to deduce that Jacob is constantly broadcasting his thoughts via werewolf mind powers, he's going to deduce that Jacob was near a phone at some point. Or is Seth only bothering to update Bella on that?

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013

I want a spinoff series where some IRS agent is sent to investigate the absurd displays of ostentatious wealth by the Cullens only to get drawn into the wacky world of vampires and werewolves.

*Pulls out blurred photo of a werewolf*
"These puppies are sending me out to another town in the boondocks"

Lemony
Jul 27, 2010

Now With Fresh Citrus Scent!

Grammarchist posted:

I want a spinoff series where some IRS agent is sent to investigate the absurd displays of ostentatious wealth by the Cullens only to get drawn into the wacky world of vampires and werewolves.

*Pulls out blurred photo of a werewolf*
"These puppies are sending me out to another town in the boondocks"

I like the idea here that the IRS, and no other government departments, knows about vampires, they just don't care as long as they pay their extremely complicated taxes. One day you get a promotion and a transfer, then you find out that you now work for the vampire forensic accounting department.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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As the sound of Charlie’s cruiser announced his return, the ring suddenly weighed a hundred pounds on my finger. I wanted to shove my left hand in a pocket, or maybe sit on it, but Edward’s cool, firm grasp kept it front and center.

“Stop fidgeting, Bella. Please try to remember that you’re not confessing to a murder here.”

“Easy for you to say.”

"You confessed to a bunch of them when we first started dating!"

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I listened to the ominous sound of my father’s boots clomping up the sidewalk. The key rattled in the already open door. The sound reminded me of that part of the horror movie when the victim realizes she’s forgotten to lock her deadbolt.

“Calm down, Bella,” Edward whispered, listening to the acceleration of my heart.

The door slammed against the wall, and I flinched like I’d been Tasered.

She's white, so I'm sure she won't have to worry about that happening when a cop walks through the door.

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“Hey, Charlie,” Edward called, entirely relaxed.

“No!” I protested under my breath.

“What?” Edward whispered back.

“Wait till he hangs his gun up!”

Edward chuckled and ran his free hand through his tousled bronze hair.

Charlie came around the corner, still in his uniform, still armed, and tried not to make a face when he spied us sitting together on the loveseat. Lately, he’d been putting forth a lot of effort to like Edward more. Of course, this revelation was sure to end that effort immediately.

Just in case the timeline is confusing, Bella and Edward have been dating for about 15 months at this point and Charlie thinks they've violently broken up twice during it.

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“Hey, kids. What’s up?”

“We’d like to talk to you,” Edward said, so serene. “We have some good news.”

Charlie’s expression went from strained friendliness to black suspicion in a second.

“Good news?” Charlie growled, looking straight at me.

“Have a seat, Dad.”

He raised one eyebrow, stared at me for five seconds, then stomped to the recliner and sat down on the very edge, his back ramrod straight.

“Don’t get worked up, Dad,” I said after a moment of loaded silence. “Everything’s okay.”

Edward grimaced, and I knew it was in objection to the word okay. He probably would have used something more like wonderful or perfect or glorious.

effervescent

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“Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great, then why are you sweating bullets?”

“I’m not sweating,” I lied.

I leaned away from his fierce scowl, cringing into Edward, and instinctively wiped the back of my right hand across my forehead to remove the evidence.

“You’re pregnant!” Charlie exploded. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

Though the question was clearly meant for me, he was glaring at Edward now, and I could have sworn I saw his hand twitch toward the gun.

If only that was all this was.

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“No! Of course I’m not!” I wanted to elbow Edward in the ribs, but I knew that move would only give me a bruise. I’d told Edward that people would immediately jump to this conclusion! What other possible reason would sane people have for getting married at eighteen? (His answer then had made me roll my eyes. Love. Right.)

Charlie’s glower lightened a shade. It was usually pretty clear on my face when I was telling the truth, and he believed me now. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

There was a long pause. After a moment, I realized everyone was waiting for me to say something. I looked up at Edward, panic-stricken. There was no way I was going to get the words out.

He smiled at me and then squared his shoulders and turned to my father.

Did you guys miss Edward's badly written, overwrought dialogue over the last two months?

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“Charlie, I realize that I’ve gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have asked you first. I mean no disrespect, but since Bella has already said yes and I don’t want to diminish her choice in the matter, instead of asking you for her hand, I’m asking you for your blessing. We’re getting married, Charlie. I love her more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and—by some miracle—she loves me that way, too. Will you give us your blessing?”

Dating for 15 months, not counting the months of break-up (both real and fictional). Bella disappearing repeatedly, coming home battered and bruised with very questionable excuses for everything, her mental health deteriorating rapidly. And now Edward is asking to marry her.

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He sounded so sure, so calm. For just an instant, listening to the absolute confidence in his voice, I experienced a rare moment of insight. I could see, fleetingly, the way the world looked to him. For the length of one heartbeat, this news made perfect sense.

And then I caught sight of the expression on Charlie’s face, his eyes now locked on the ring.

I held my breath while his skin changed colors—fair to red, red to purple, purple to blue. I started to get up—I’m not sure what I planned to do; maybe use the Heimlich maneuver to make sure he wasn’t choking—but Edward squeezed my hand and murmured “Give him a minute” so low that only I could hear.

This is the right reaction.

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The silence was much longer this time. Then, gradually, shade by shade, Charlie’s color returned to normal. His lips pursed, and his eyebrows furrowed; I recognized his “deep in thought” expression. He studied the two of us for a long moment, and I felt Edward relax at my side.

“Guess I’m not that surprised,” Charlie grumbled. “Knew I’d have to deal with something like this soon enough.”

I exhaled.

“You sure about this?” Charlie demanded, glaring at me.

“I’m one hundred percent sure about Edward,” I told him without missing a beat.

This feels less like acceptance and more like he's realized that there's nothing he can do to make his daughter less crazy.

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“Getting married, though? What’s the rush?” He eyed me suspiciously again.

The rush was due to the fact that I was getting closer to nineteen every stinking day, while Edward stayed frozen in all his seventeen-year-old perfection, as he had for over ninety years. Not that this fact necessitated marriage in my book, but the wedding was required due to the delicate and tangled compromise Edward and I had made to finally get to this point, the brink of my transformation from mortal to immortal.

These weren’t things I could explain to Charlie.

“We’re going away to Dartmouth together in the fall, Charlie,” Edward reminded him. “I’d like to do that, well, the right way. It’s how I was raised.” He shrugged.

He wasn’t exaggerating; they’d been big on old-fashioned morals during World War I.

This poor man.

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Charlie’s mouth twisted to the side. Looking for an angle to argue from. But what could he say? I’d prefer you live in sin first? He was a dad; his hands were tied.

“Knew this was coming,” he muttered to himself, frowning. Then, suddenly, his face went perfectly smooth and blank.

“Dad?” I asked anxiously. I glanced at Edward, but I couldn’t read his face, either, as he watched Charlie.

“Ha!” Charlie exploded. I jumped in my seat. “Ha, ha, ha!”

I stared incredulously as Charlie doubled over in laughter; his whole body shook with it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H47ow4_Cmk0

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I looked at Edward for a translation, but Edward had his lips pressed tightly together, like he was trying to hold back laughter himself.

“Okay, fine,” Charlie choked out. “Get married.” Another roll of laughter shook through him.

“But…” “But what?” I demanded.

“But you have to tell your mom! I’m not saying one word to Renée! That’s all yours!” He busted into loud guffaws.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



:owned:

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013

I wanted Charlie to somehow take out a vampire on his own at some point in the series, but that'll do.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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I paused with my hand on the doorknob, smiling. Sure, at the time, Charlie’s words had terrified me. The ultimate doom: telling Renée. Early marriage was higher up on her blacklist than boiling live puppies.

Holy poo poo, Bella.

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Who could have foreseen her response? Not me. Certainly not Charlie. Maybe Alice, but I hadn’t thought to ask her.

“Well, Bella,” Renée had said after I’d choked and stuttered out the impossible words: Mom, I’m marrying Edward. “I’m a little miffed that you waited so long to tell me. Plane tickets only get more expensive. Oooh,” she’d fretted. “Do you think Phil’s cast will be off by then? It will spoil the pictures if he’s not in a tux—”

“Back up a second, Mom.” I’d gasped. “What do you mean, waited so long? I just got en-en…”—I’d been unable to force out the word engaged—“things settled, you know, today.”

Oh, grow up. It's like Meyer put a charm on her that causes her throat to close up when she tries to say naughty things.

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“Today? Really? That is a surprise. I assumed…”

“What did you assume? When did you assume?”

“Well, when you came to visit me in April, it looked like things were pretty much sewn up, if you know what I mean. You’re not very hard to read, sweetie. But I didn’t say anything because I knew it wouldn’t do any good. You’re exactly like Charlie.” She’d sighed, resigned. “Once you make up your mind, there is no reasoning with you. Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too.”

April was the transition month between New Moon and Eclipse, so two months before this is taking place (again, super short timeline).

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And then she’d said the last thing that I’d ever expected to hear from my mother.

“You’re not making my mistakes, Bella. You sound like you’re scared silly, and I’m guessing it’s because you’re afraid of me.” She’d giggled. “Of what I’m going to think. And I know I’ve said a lot of things about marriage and stupidity—and I’m not taking them back—but you need to realize that those things specifically applied to me. You’re a completely different person than I am. You make your own kinds of mistakes, and I’m sure you’ll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know.” Renée had laughed again. “My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul.”

Oh, she has no idea.

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“You’re not… mad? You don’t think I’m making a humongous mistake?”

“Well, sure, I wish you’d wait a few more years. I mean, do I look old enough to be a mother-in-law to you? Don’t answer that. But this isn’t about me. This is about you. Are you happy?”

“I don’t know. I’m having an out-of-body experience right now.”

Renée had chuckled. “Does he make you happy, Bella?”

“Yes, but—”

“Are you ever going to want anyone else?”

“No, but—”

“But what?”

“But aren’t you going to say that I sound exactly like every other infatuated teenager since the dawn of time?”

“You’ve never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what’s best for you.”

I'm going to assume nobody was filling Renee in on how Charlie was experiencing Bella and Edward's relationship.

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For the last few weeks, Renée had unexpectedly immersed herself in wedding plans. She’d spent hours every day on the phone with Edward’s mother, Esme—no worries about the in-laws getting along. Renée adored Esme, but then, I doubted anyone could help responding that way to my lovable almost-mother-in-law.

It let me right off the hook. Edward’s family and my family were taking care of the nuptials together without my having to do or know or think too hard about any of it.

Charlie was furious, of course, but the sweet part was that he wasn’t furious at me. Renée was the traitor. He’d counted on her to play the heavy. What could he do now, when his ultimate threat—telling Mom—had turned out to be utterly empty? He had nothing, and he knew it. So he moped around the house, muttering things about not being able to trust anyone in this world.…

I know this is Meyer trying to get us to think Charlie is just being a grouchy old dad, but he is still completely justified in thinking his daughter is bonkers for marrying this guy.

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“Dad?” I called as I pushed open the front door. “I’m home.”

“Hold on, Bells, stay right there.”

“Huh?” I asked, pausing automatically.

“Gimme a second. Ouch, you got me, Alice.”

Alice?

“Sorry, Charlie,” Alice’s trilling voice responded. “How’s that?”

“I’m bleeding on it.”

“You’re fine. Didn’t break the skin—trust me.”

“What’s going on?” I demanded, hesitating in the doorway.

“Thirty seconds, please, Bella,” Alice told me. “Your patience will be rewarded.”

I...did not read this scene as Meyer probably intended me to.

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“Humph,” Charlie added.

I tapped my foot, counting each beat. Before I got to thirty, Alice said, “Okay, Bella, come in!”

Moving with caution, I rounded the little corner into our living room.

“Oh,” I huffed. “Aw. Dad. Don’t you look—”

“Silly?” Charlie interrupted.

“I was thinking more like debonair.”

Charlie blushed. Alice took his elbow and tugged him around into a slow spin to showcase the pale gray tux.

This is so bland that I almost missed him wearing a tux while looking over the page.

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“Now cut that out, Alice. I look like an idiot.”

“No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot.”

“She’s right, Dad. You look fabulous! What’s the occasion?”

Alice rolled her eyes. “It’s the final check on the fit. For both of you.”

I peeled my gaze off the unusually elegant Charlie for the first time and saw the dreaded white garment bag laid carefully across the sofa.

“Aaah.”

“Go to your happy place, Bella. It won’t take long.”

"Please, Bella, just act like an adult for 5 seconds."

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I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Keeping them shut, I stumbled my way up the stairs to my room. I stripped down to my underwear and held my arms straight out.

“You’d think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails,” Alice muttered to herself as she followed me in.

I paid no attention to her. I was in my happy place.

In my happy place, the whole wedding mess was over and done. Behind me. Already repressed and forgotten.

We were alone, just Edward and me. The setting was fuzzy and constantly in flux—it morphed from misty forest to cloud-covered city to arctic night—because Edward was keeping the location of our honeymoon a secret to surprise me. But I wasn’t especially concerned about the where part.

"Cloud-covered city" is a very odd way of describing a cloudy day and instantly made me think of Star Wars.

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Edward and I were together, and I’d fulfilled my side of our compromise perfectly. I’d married him. That was the big one. But I’d also accepted all his outrageous gifts and was registered, however futilely, to attend Dartmouth College in the fall. Now it was his turn.

Before he turned me into a vampire—his big compromise—he had one other stipulation to make good on.

Edward had an obsessive sort of concern over the human things that I would be giving up, the experiences he didn’t want me to miss. Most of them—like the prom, for example—seemed silly to me. There was only one human experience I worried about missing. Of course it would be the one he wished I would forget completely.

Yes, Bella is still terminally horny.

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Here was the thing, though. I knew a little about what I was going to be like when I wasn’t human anymore. I’d seen newborn vampires firsthand, and I’d heard all my family-to-be’s stories about those wild early days. For several years, my biggest personality trait was going to be thirsty. It would take some time before I could be me again. And even when I was in control of myself, I would never feel exactly the way I felt now.

Human... and passionately in love.

I'd say you already have "thirsty" as a personality trait.

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I wanted the complete experience before I traded in my warm, breakable, pheromone-riddled body for something beautiful, strong… and unknown. I wanted a real honeymoon with Edward. And, despite the danger he feared this would put me in, he’d agreed to try.

I was only vaguely aware of Alice and the slip and slide of satin over my skin. I didn’t care, for the moment, that the whole town was talking about me. I didn’t think about the spectacle I would have to star in much too soon. I didn’t worry about tripping on my train or giggling at the wrong moment or being too young or the staring audience or even the empty seat where my best friend should be.

I was with Edward in my happy place.

Lord Zedd-Repulsa
Jul 21, 2007

Devour a good book.


Bella Swann, the most boring protagonist in existence, is somehow comforting in these chaotic times.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Lord Zedd-Repulsa posted:

Bella Swann, the most boring protagonist in existence, is somehow comforting in these chaotic times.

It’s almost sweet to see someone reacting to normal life things like “saying you’re engaged” worse than we’re reacting to a global pandemic.

HopperUK
Apr 29, 2007

Why would an ambulance be leaving the hospital?
I have no idea why she's having this extreme reaction to the idea of getting married. It's pathological. She had to close her eyes to go upstairs and get into her dress? She's so *miserable*. Of course this is still so much better than 'Revelator' that I'm almost enjoying it anyway.

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013

Given Charlie's already well-deserved lamentation about being kept in the dark about literally everything, I'm starting to worry about he'd react to the revelation that a lot of the people in his life are supernatural creatures with body counts.

Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if Renee somehow found out about vampires existing and started making her own demands to be turned before she gets any older.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Grammarchist posted:

Given Charlie's already well-deserved lamentation about being kept in the dark about literally everything, I'm starting to worry about he'd react to the revelation that a lot of the people in his life are supernatural creatures with body counts.

Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if Renee somehow found out about vampires existing and started making her own demands to be turned before she gets any older.

Charlie does get clued in at the end, and his reaction is basically "Don't tell me anything except exactly what I need to know because I am having no part of this crazy bullshit."

MrNemo
Aug 26, 2010

"I just love beeting off"

Bella's whole basis for her aversion to marriage is her mother's pathological hatred and the failure of her own parents' marriage. When she does reveal that she getting married, turns out her mother thinks it's awesome and that she's always thought Bella would need to be married and it's good for her. Charlie seems to be someone not overly scarred by his marriage falling apart and having to care for an elderly family member being used as leverage against him.

So it leaves me concluding that Renée was such a selfish caregiver that Bella spent the last 15 years of her life being brought by someone who basically excoriated an institution to the point of giving her daughter a... Something beyond a complex about it, while also expecting her daughter to actually enter into easier institution. Either that or Meyer is a lovely writer who wanted some tension/comedy relief that no normal human would be able to deliver.

Or the Mormon thing where a single woman would obviously view marriage as the single most important event in her life even when that life involves university, possible career, immortality, ancient vampire covens plotting to kill her, werewolves, etc.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 2: Long Night

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h2nGtCTK_o

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“I miss you already.”

“I don’t need to leave. I can stay.…”

“Mmm.”

It was quiet for a long moment, just the thud of my heart hammering, the broken rhythm of our ragged breathing, and the whisper of our lips moving in synchronization.

Sometimes it was so easy to forget that I was kissing a vampire. Not because he seemed ordinary or human—I could never for a second forget that I was holding someone more angel than man in my arms—but because he made it seem like nothing at all to have his lips against my lips, my face, my throat. He claimed he was long past the temptation my blood used to be for him, that the idea of losing me had cured him of any desire for it. But I knew the smell of my blood still caused him pain—still burned his throat like he was inhaling flames.

Her sense of humanity is already dwindling! She's gotten used to kissing a marble statue!

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I opened my eyes and found his open, too, staring at my face. It made no sense when he looked at me that way. Like I was the prize rather than the outrageously lucky winner.

This is the last book. Please have some character development! I'm begging you!

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Our gazes locked for a moment; his golden eyes were so deep that I imagined I could see all the way into his soul. It seemed silly that this fact—the existence of his soul—had ever been in question, even if he was a vampire. He had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his incomparable face or his glorious body.

Or his "Michelangelo's David" cock.

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He looked back at me as if he could see my soul, too, and as if he liked what he saw.

He couldn’t see into my mind, though, the way he saw into everyone else’s. Who knew why—some strange glitch in my brain that made it immune to all the extraordinary and frightening things some immortals could do. (Only my mind was immune; my body was still subject to vampires with abilities that worked in ways other than Edward’s.) But I was seriously grateful to whatever malfunction it was that kept my thoughts a secret. It was just too embarrassing to consider the alternative.

I pulled his face to mine again.

“Definitely staying,” he murmured a moment later.

“No, no. It’s your bachelor party. You have to go.”

I said the words, but the fingers of my right hand locked into his bronze hair, my left pressed tighter against the small of his back. His cool hands stroked my face.

“Bachelor parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their single days. I couldn’t be more eager to have mine behind me. So there’s really no point.”

“True.” I breathed against the winter-cold skin of his throat.

Okay but you loving know Emmett and Jasper would throw the best bachelor party.

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This was pretty close to my happy place. Charlie slept obliviously in his room, which was almost as good as being alone. We were curled up on my small bed, intertwined as much as it was possible, considering the thick afghan I was swathed in like a cocoon. I hated the necessity of the blanket, but it sort of ruined the romance when my teeth started chattering. Charlie would notice if I turned the heat on in August.…

At least, if I had to be bundled up, Edward’s shirt was on the floor. I never got over the shock of how perfect his body was—white, cool, and polished as marble. I ran my hand down his stone chest now, tracing across the flat planes of his stomach, just marveling. A light shudder rippled through him, and his mouth found mine again. Carefully, I let the tip of my tongue press against his glass-smooth lip, and he sighed. His sweet breath washed—cold and delicious—over my face.

The power of 5 Gum.

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He started to pull away—that was his automatic response whenever he decided things had gone too far, his reflex reaction whenever he most wanted to keep going. Edward had spent most of his life rejecting any kind of physical gratification. I knew it was terrifying to him trying to change those habits now.

“Wait,” I said, gripping his shoulders and hugging myself close to him. I kicked one leg free and wrapped it around his waist. “Practice makes perfect.”

He chuckled. “Well, we should be fairly close to perfection by this point, then, shouldn’t we? Have you slept at all in the last month?”

“But this is the dress rehearsal,” I reminded him, “and we’ve only practiced certain scenes. It’s no time for playing safe.”

No jeans can withstand the sheer penetration power of a literally rock-hard erection.

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I thought he would laugh, but he didn’t answer, and his body was motionless with sudden stress. The gold in his eyes seemed to harden from a liquid to a solid. I thought over my words, realized what he would have heard in them.

“Bella…,” he whispered.

“Don’t start this again,” I said. “A deal’s a deal.”

“I don’t know. It’s too hard to concentrate when you’re with me like this. I—I can’t think straight. I won’t be able to control myself. You’ll get hurt.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Your dad is downstairs!

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“Bella…”

“Shh!” I pressed my lips to his to stop his panic attack. I’d heard it before. He wasn’t getting out of this deal. Not after insisting I marry him first.

He kissed me back for a moment, but I could tell he wasn’t as into it as before. Worrying, always worrying. How different it would be when he didn’t need to worry about me anymore. What would he do with all his free time? He’d have to get a new hobby.

Return to serial killing?

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“How are your feet?” he asked.

Knowing he didn’t mean that literally, I answered, “Toasty warm.”

“Really? No second thoughts? It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“Are you trying to ditch me?”

He chuckled. “Just making sure. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not sure about.”

“I’m sure about you. The rest I can live through.”

Except for his cock literally bursting from your stomach like a knife because he thrusted slightly too hard.

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He hesitated, and I wondered if I’d put my foot in my mouth again.

“Can you?” he asked quietly. “I don’t mean the wedding—which I am positive you will survive despite your qualms—but afterward… what about Renée, what about Charlie?”

I sighed. “I’ll miss them.” Worse, that they would miss me, but I didn’t want to give him any fuel.

“Angela and Ben and Jessica and Mike.”

“I’ll miss my friends, too.” I smiled in the darkness. “Especially Mike. Oh, Mike! How will I go on?”

He growled.

gently caress Mike Newton, I guess.

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I laughed but then was serious. “Edward, we’ve been through this and through this. I know it will be hard, but this is what I want. I want you, and I want you forever. One lifetime is simply not enough for me.”

“Frozen forever at eighteen,” he whispered.

“Every woman’s dream come true,” I teased.

“Never changing… never moving forward.”

“What does that mean?”

He answered slowly. “Do you remember when we told Charlie we were getting married? And he thought you were… pregnant?”

“And he thought about shooting you,” I guessed with a laugh. “Admit it—for one second, he honestly considered it.”

He didn’t answer.

“What, Edward?”

“I just wish… well, I wish that he’d been right.”

“Gah,” I gasped.

Gasp! An insurmountable barrier that they'll inevitably need to develop past! No sudden revelations could make that irrelevant!

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“More that there was some way he could have been. That we had that kind of potential. I hate taking that away from you, too.”

It took me a minute. “I know what I’m doing.”

“How could you know that, Bella? Look at my mother, look at my sister. It’s not as easy a sacrifice as you imagine.”

“Esme and Rosalie get by just fine. If it’s a problem later, we can do what Esme did—we’ll adopt.”

He sighed, and then his voice was fierce. “It’s not right! I don’t want you to have to make sacrifices for me. I want to give you things, not take things away from you. I don’t want to steal your future. If I were human—”

I put my hand over his lips. “You are my future. Now stop. No moping, or I’m calling your brothers to come and get you. Maybe you need a bachelor party.”

Find something that gets vampires drunk!

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“I’m sorry. I am moping, aren’t I? Must be the nerves.”

“Are your feet cold?”

“Not in that sense. I’ve been waiting a century to marry you, Miss Swan. The wedding ceremony is the one thing I can’t wait—” He broke off mid-thought. “Oh, for the love of all that’s holy!”

That's like a Mormon F-bomb!

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“What’s wrong?”

He gritted his teeth. “You don’t have to call my brothers. Apparently Emmett and Jasper are not going to let me bow out tonight.”

They brought the bear keg!

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I clutched him closer for one second and then released him. I didn’t have a prayer of winning a tug-of-war with Emmett. “Have fun.”

There was a squeal against the window—someone deliberately scraping their steel nails across the glass to make a horrible, cover-your-ears, goose-bumps-down-your-spine noise. I shuddered.

“If you don’t send Edward out,” Emmett—still invisible in the night—hissed menacingly, “we’re coming in after him!”

I missed these guys when I was dealing with Will.

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“Go,” I laughed. “Before they break my house.”

Edward rolled his eyes, but he got to his feet in one fluid movement and had his shirt back on in another. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

I see the comically fast-forwarded movements of vampires are still a thing.

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“Get to sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“Thanks! That’s sure to help me wind down.”

“I’ll meet you at the altar.”

“I’ll be the one in white.” I smiled at how perfectly blasé I sounded.

He chuckled, said, “Very convincing,” and then suddenly sank into a crouch, his muscles coiled like a spring. He vanished—launching himself out my window too swiftly for my eyes to follow.

Outside, there was a muted thud, and I heard Emmett curse.

Why couldn't they have been the focus of the story instead?

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“You’d better not make him late,” I murmured, knowing they could hear.

And then Jasper’s face was peering in my window, his honey hair silver in the weak moonlight that worked through the clouds.

“Don’t worry, Bella. We’ll get him home in plenty of time.”

I was suddenly very calm, and my qualms all seemed unimportant. Jasper was, in his own way, just as talented as Alice with her uncannily accurate predictions. Jasper’s medium was moods rather than the future, and it was impossible to resist feeling the way he wanted you to feel.

I sat up awkwardly, still tangled in my blanket. “Jasper? What do vampires do for bachelor parties? You’re not taking him to a strip club, are you?”

“Don’t tell her anything!” Emmett growled from below. There was another thud, and Edward laughed quietly.

“Relax,” Jasper told me—and I did. “We Cullens have our own version. Just a few mountain lions, a couple of grizzly bears. Pretty much an ordinary night out.”

What? That's boring as poo poo! Someone pull this writer off this project, we need someone with vision!

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I wondered if I would ever be able to sound so cavalier about the “vegetarian” vampire diet.

“Thanks, Jasper.”

He winked and dropped from sight.

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013

Welp, now I can't get the image of the floating vampire kid from Salem's Lot tapping on the window telling you it's time for a kickin' rad bachelor party.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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It was completely silent outside. Charlie’s muffled snores droned through the walls.

I lay back against my pillow, sleepy now. I stared at the walls of my little room, bleached pale in the moonlight, from under heavy lids.

My last night in my room. My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that.

I let my mind wander idly for a moment, expecting sleep to take me. But, after a few minutes, I found myself more alert, anxiety creeping back into my stomach, twisting it into uncomfortable positions. The bed seemed too soft, too warm without Edward in it. Jasper was far away, and all the peaceful, relaxed feelings were gone with him.

It was going to be a very long day tomorrow.

I was aware that most of my fears were stupid—I just had to get over myself. Attention was an inevitable part of life. I couldn’t always blend in with the scenery. However, I did have a few specific worries that were completely valid.

All right! We're two chapters in but we already have a chance for Bella to worry about the implications of her marriage to a vampire and subsequent transforma--

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First there was the wedding dress’s train. Alice clearly had let her artistic sense overpower practicalities on that one. Maneuvering the Cullens’ staircase in heels and a train sounded impossible. I should have practiced.

Dresses.

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Then there was the guest list.

Tanya’s family, the Denali clan, would be arriving sometime before the ceremony.

The Denali clan, who has never once appeared in this series to this point and has only been occasionally mentioned.

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It would be touchy to have Tanya’s family in the same room with our guests from the Quileute reservation, Jacob’s father and the Clearwaters. The Denalis were no fans of the werewolves. In fact, Tanya’s sister Irina was not coming to the wedding at all. She still nursed a vendetta against the werewolves for killing her friend Laurent (just as he was about to kill me). Thanks to that grudge, the Denalis had abandoned Edward’s family in their worst hour of need. It had been the unlikely alliance with the Quileute wolves that had saved all our lives when the horde of newborn vampires had attacked.…

Edward had promised me it wouldn’t be dangerous to have the Denalis near the Quileutes. Tanya and all her family—besides Irina—felt horribly guilty for that defection. A truce with the werewolves was a small price to make up some of that debt, a price they were prepared to pay.

Would have been great for this to ever be a thing before the last book!

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That was the big problem, but there was a small problem, too: my fragile self-esteem.

I’d never seen Tanya before, but I was sure that meeting her wouldn’t be a pleasant experience for my ego. Once upon a time, before I was born probably, she’d made her play for Edward—not that I blamed her or anyone else for wanting him. Still, she would be beautiful at the very least and magnificent at best. Though Edward clearly—if inconceivably—preferred me, I wouldn’t be able to help making comparisons. I had grumbled a little until Edward, who knew my weaknesses, made me feel guilty.

“We’re the closest thing they have to family, Bella,” he’d reminded me. “They still feel like orphans, you know, even after all this time.”

So I’d conceded, hiding my frown.

This isn't a healthy way to approach this. If you've got someone who's got such poor self-esteem that no amount of proof otherwise will work, making that person instead feel guilty for their feelings will just make them hide it while resenting themselves more for being a burden.

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Tanya had a big family now, almost as big as the Cullens. There were five of them; Tanya, Kate, and Irina had been joined by Carmen and Eleazar much the same way the Cullens had been joined by Alice and Jasper, all of them bonded by their desire to live more compassionately than normal vampires did.

For all the company, though, Tanya and her sisters were still alone in one way. Still in mourning. Because a very long time ago, they’d had a mother, too.

I could imagine the hole that loss would leave, even after a thousand years; I tried to visualize the Cullen family without their creator, their center, and their guide—their father, Carlisle. I couldn’t see it.

I haven't even met these people and I already find more interest in them just for having suffered some kind of loss that wasn't immediately covered up or rendered moot.

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Carlisle had explained Tanya’s history during one of the many nights I’d stayed late at the Cullens’ home, learning as much as I could, preparing as much as was possible for the future I’d chosen. Tanya’s mother’s story was one among many, a cautionary tale illustrating just one of the rules I would need to be aware of when I joined the immortal world. Only one rule, actually—one law that broke down into a thousand different facets: Keep the secret.

Keeping the secret meant a lot of things—living inconspicuously like the Cullens, moving on before humans could suspect they weren’t aging. Or keeping clear of humans altogether—except at mealtime—the way nomads like James and Victoria had lived; the way Jasper’s friends, Peter and Charlotte, still lived. It meant keeping control of whatever new vampires you created, like Jasper had done when he’d lived with Maria. Like Victoria had failed to do with her newborns.

And it meant not creating some things in the first place, because some creations were uncontrollable.

Please just write books about this instead!

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“I don’t know Tanya’s mother’s name,” Carlisle had admitted, his golden eyes, almost the exact shade of his fair hair, sad with remembering Tanya’s pain. “They never speak of her if they can avoid it, never think of her willingly.

“The woman who created Tanya, Kate, and Irina—who loved them, I believe—lived many years before I was born, during a time of plague in our world, the plague of the immortal children.

“What they were thinking, those ancient ones, I can’t begin to understand. They created vampires out of humans who were barely more than infants.”

I’d had to swallow back the bile that rose in my throat as I’d pictured what he was describing.

“They were very beautiful,” Carlisle had explained quickly, seeing my reaction. “So endearing, so enchanting, you can’t imagine. You had but to be near them to love them; it was an automatic thing.

“However, they could not be taught. They were frozen at whatever level of development they’d achieved before being bitten. Adorable two-year-olds with dimples and lisps that could destroy half a village in one of their tantrums. If they hungered, they fed, and no words of warning could restrain them. Humans saw them, stories circulated, fear spread like fire in dry brush.…

“Tanya’s mother created such a child. As with the other ancients, I cannot fathom her reasons.” He’d taken a deep, steadying breath. “The Volturi became involved, of course.”

Write books about this instead!

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I’d flinched as I always did at that name, but of course the legion of Italian vampires—royalty in their own estimation—was central to this story. There couldn’t be a law if there was no punishment; there couldn’t be a punishment if there was no one to deliver it. The ancients Aro, Caius, and Marcus ruled the Volturi forces; I’d only met them once, but in that brief encounter, it seemed to me that Aro, with his powerful mind-reading gift—one touch, and he knew every thought a mind had ever held—was the true leader.

“The Volturi studied the immortal children, at home in Volterra and all around the world. Caius decided the young ones were incapable of protecting our secret. And so they had to be destroyed.

“I told you they were loveable. Well, covens fought to the last man—were utterly decimated—to protect them. The carnage was not as widespread as the southern wars on this continent, but more devastating in its own way. Long-established covens, old traditions, friends… Much was lost. In the end, the practice was completely eliminated. The immortal children became unmentionable, a taboo.

“When I lived with the Volturi, I met two immortal children, so I know firsthand the appeal they had. Aro studied the little ones for many years after the catastrophe they’d caused was over. You know his inquisitive disposition; he was hopeful that they could be tamed. But in the end, the decision was unanimous: the immortal children could not be allowed to exist.”

This is one of those cases where the lack of explanation about the supernatural really doesn't help us. We already know vampires have a supernatural ability to attract humans because they're predators, but why do immortal children have that effect on other vampires?

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I’d all but forgotten the Denali sisters’ mother when the story returned to her.

“It is unclear precisely what happened with Tanya’s mother,” Carlisle had said. “Tanya, Kate, and Irina were entirely oblivious until the day the Volturi came for them, their mother and her illegal creation already their prisoners. It was ignorance that saved Tanya’s and her sisters’ lives. Aro touched them and saw their total innocence, so they were not punished with their mother.

“None of them had ever seen the boy before, or dreamed of his existence, until the day they watched him burn in their mother’s arms. I can only guess that their mother had kept her secret to protect them from this exact outcome. But why had she created him in the first place? Who was he, and what had he meant to her that would cause her to cross this most uncrossable of lines? Tanya and the others never received an answer to any of these questions. But they could not doubt their mother’s guilt, and I don’t think they’ve ever truly forgiven her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_tEbtwPBM8

The films moved this flashback segment to the second part. Even after breaking the book into two movies, there was still far too much content for them to keep Meyer's poor pacing like they did in the previous adaptations. Because the existence of immortal children and their connection to the Denali clan isn't relevant until much later on, it gets saved until it needs to be told to the audience.

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“Even with Aro’s perfect assurance that Tanya, Kate, and Irina were innocent, Caius wanted them to burn. Guilty by association. They were lucky that Aro felt like being merciful that day. Tanya and her sisters were pardoned, but left with unhealing hearts and a very healthy respect for the law.…”

I’m not sure where exactly the memory turned into a dream. One moment it seemed that I was listening to Carlisle in my memory, looking at his face, and then a moment later I was looking at a gray, barren field and smelling the thick scent of burning incense in the air. I was not alone there.

As if...the author wanted to write a flashback but was stuck in first person.

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The huddle of figures in the center of the field, all shrouded in ashy cloaks, should have terrified me—they could only be Volturi, and I was, against what they’d decreed at our last meeting, still human. But I knew, as I sometimes did in dreams, that I was invisible to them.

Scattered all around me were smoking heaps. I recognized the sweetness in the air and did not examine the mounds too closely. I had no desire to see the faces of the vampires they had executed, half afraid that I might recognize someone in the smoldering pyres.

The Volturi soldiers stood in a circle around something or someone, and I heard their whispery voices raised in agitation. I edged closer to the cloaks, compelled by the dream to see whatever thing or person they were examining with such intensity. Creeping carefully between two of the tall hissing shrouds, I finally saw the object of their debate, raised up on a little hillock above them.

He was beautiful, adorable, just as Carlisle had described. The boy was a toddler still, maybe two years of age. Light brown curls framed his cherubic face with its round cheeks and full lips. And he was trembling, his eyes closed as if he was too frightened to watch death coming closer every second.

This is hilarious. Meyer wants to write flashbacks so bad but refuses to ever break POV except for the epilogue in Eclipse. We've gone from the vampires just acting out entire scripts for her in the living room to Bella outright playing the entire flashback in her head for us.

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I was struck with such a powerful need to save the lovely, terrified child that the Volturi, despite all their devastating menace, no longer mattered to me. I shoved past them, not caring if they realized my presence. Breaking free of them altogether, I sprinted toward the boy.

Only to stagger to a halt as I got a clear view of the hillock that he sat upon. It was not earth and rock, but a pile of human bodies, drained and lifeless. Too late not to see these faces. I knew them all—Angela, Ben, Jessica, Mike.… And directly beneath the adorable boy were the bodies of my father and my mother.

The child opened his bright, bloodred eyes.

HopperUK
Apr 29, 2007

Why would an ambulance be leaving the hospital?
I want to read the book about the vampire wars pretty badly. Imagine all the awesome heart rending scenes you could have! It's like there exists a better body of work, and this is the boring romance fanfic.

hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous
The evil vampire children bit is the clunkiest piece of foreshadowing ever, and it's done so hamfistedly. "This clan's coming to the wedding. Oh, and by the way, there used to be another clan member we never mentioned. And she just happened to be one of the reasons vampire children are illegal. Did I mentioned vampire children are illegal? They're really really illegal. Anyway, that clan's coming. Vampire children are illegal."

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

hyperhazard posted:

The evil vampire children bit is the clunkiest piece of foreshadowing ever, and it's done so hamfistedly. "This clan's coming to the wedding. Oh, and by the way, there used to be another clan member we never mentioned. And she just happened to be one of the reasons vampire children are illegal. Did I mentioned vampire children are illegal? They're really really illegal. Anyway, that clan's coming. Vampire children are illegal."

That's probably another reason why the movie put it closer to the end (along with not wanting it in a completely separate film).

I just can't believe how bad the Denali clan has been handled. They're a major part of the plot, but never appear in person (except for Tanya appearing in Midnight Sun which was unfinished and never officially released) and we only hear people occasionally mentioning them for two books.

MrNemo
Aug 26, 2010

"I just love beeting off"

The exploration of vampire society generally is just massively disappointing. There feels like a lot of potential and some really interesting ideas regarding how vampirism works and how they are forced to structure themselves to survive. And all Meyer wants to write about is teen melodrama. I really do get that take that it's romantic self insert fan fic set in a much richer world.

That said based on her general ability I'm not convinced she wouldn't have turned Carlisle's time with the Volturi into one of the female vampires being super into him for a few centuries with chapters of dialogue about preparing for a ball followed by an off scene massacre of a renaissance era Italian army and some reference to Aro scheming to get a new pope appointed. Then 5 chapters of Carlisle feeling awkward at the ball because some vampire chick is totally into him but he knows his one true love is out there somewhere.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

The Twilight Illustrated Guide came out pretty late in the popularity of the books/films and had a lot of information about characters that never appeared in the books, again pointing to Meyer’s ability to come up with some interesting premises but not following through or being so fixated on Ed and Bells she fails to recognize her more exciting ideas. The Bree Tanner novella was meant to go in the illustrated guide but was cut for length. Who’s Bree? A background throwaway character and her story focuses on? Yep, a love triangle.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 3: Big Day

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My own eyes flew open.

I lay shivering and gasping in my warm bed for several minutes, trying to break free of the dream. The sky outside my window turned gray and then pale pink while I waited for my heart to slow.

When I was fully back to the reality of my messy, familiar room, I was a little annoyed with myself. What a dream to have the night before my wedding! That’s what I got for obsessing over disturbing stories in the middle of the night.

Eh, I'm sure it won't matter. There's no way the author would keep using the "prophetic dream in someone who doesn't have magical powers" trope for four books in a row.

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Eager to shake off the nightmare, I got dressed and headed down to the kitchen long before I needed to. First I cleaned the already tidy rooms, and then when Charlie was up I made him pancakes. I was much too keyed up to have any interest in eating breakfast myself—I sat bouncing in my seat while he ate.

“You’re picking up Mr. Weber at three o’clock,” I reminded him.

“I don’t have that much to do today besides bring the minister, Bells. I’m not likely to forget my only job.” Charlie had taken the entire day off for the wedding, and he was definitely at loose ends. Now and then, his eyes flickered furtively to the closet under the stairs, where he kept his fishing gear.

“That’s not your only job. You also have to be dressed and presentable.”

He scowled into his cereal bowl and muttered the words “monkey suit” under his breath.

There was a brisk tapping on the front door.

“You think you have it bad,” I said, grimacing as I rose. “Alice will be working on me all day long.”

They're going to have to tie her down to keep her from attempting to stab herself out of misery at being forced to wear a wedding dress for an hour.

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Charlie nodded thoughtfully, conceding that he did have the lesser ordeal. I ducked in to kiss the top of his head as I passed—he blushed and harrumphed—and then continued on to get the door for my best girlfriend and soon-to-be sister.

Alice’s short black hair was not in its usual spiky do—it was smoothed into sleek pin curls around her pixie face, which wore a contrastingly businesslike expression. She dragged me from the house with barely a “Hey, Charlie” called over her shoulder.

Alice appraised me as I got into her Porsche.

“Oh, hell, look at your eyes!” She tsked in reproach. “What did you do? Stay up all night?”

"Only I'm allowed to do that!"

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“Almost.” She glowered. “I’ve only allotted so much time to make you stunning, Bella—you might have taken better care of my raw material.”

“No one expects me to be stunning. I think the bigger problem is that I might fall asleep during the ceremony and not be able to say ‘I do’ at the right part, and then Edward will make his escape.”

She laughed. “I’ll throw my bouquet at you when it gets close.”

“Thanks.”



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“At least you’ll have plenty of time to sleep on the plane tomorrow.”

I raised one eyebrow. Tomorrow, I mused. If we were heading out tonight after the reception, and we would still be on a plane tomorrow… well, we weren’t going to Boise, Idaho. Edward hadn’t dropped a single hint. I wasn’t too stressed about the mystery, but it was strange not knowing where I would be sleeping tomorrow night. Or hopefully not sleeping…

Bella has incredibly strong "Ravish me!" energy for someone who unironically thinks khaki skirts are good.

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Alice realized that she’d given something away, and she frowned.

“You’re all packed and ready,” she said to distract me.

It worked. “Alice, I wish you would let me pack my own things!”

“It would have given too much away.”

“And denied you an opportunity to shop.”

“You’ll be my sister officially in ten short hours… it’s about time to get over this aversion to new clothes.”

Just wait until you see what Alice packed her.

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I glowered groggily out the windshield until we were almost to the house.

“Is he back yet?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be there before the music starts. But you don’t get to see him, no matter when he gets back. We’re doing this the traditional way.”

I snorted. “Traditional!”

“Okay, aside from the bride and groom.”

“You know he’s already peeked.”

“Oh no—that’s why I’m the only one who’s seen you in the dress. I’ve been very careful to not think about it when he’s around.”

“Well,” I said as we turned into the drive, “I see you got to reuse your graduation decorations.”

Three miles of drive were once again wrapped in hundreds of thousands of twinkle lights. This time, she’d added white satin bows.

Alice just has the exact same set of decorations that she takes in a separate U-Haul between every new home.

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“Waste not, want not. Enjoy this, because you don’t get to see the inside decorations until it’s time.” She pulled into the cavernous garage north of the main house; Emmett’s big Jeep was still gone.

“Since when is the bride not allowed to see the decorations?” I protested.

“Since she put me in charge. I want you to get the full impact coming down the stairs.”

She clapped her hand over my eyes before she let me inside the kitchen. I was immediately assailed by the scent.

“What is that?” I wondered as she guided me into the house.

“Is it too much?” Alice’s voice was abruptly worried. “You’re the first human in here; I hope I got it right.”

“It smells wonderful!” I assured her—almost intoxicating, but not at all overwhelming, the balance of the different fragrances was subtle and flawless. “Orange blossoms… lilac… and something else—am I right?”

“Very good, Bella. You only missed the freesia and the roses.”

If it was overpowering for a human, wouldn't it be enough to knock a vampire unconscious since they have such a strong sense of smell? Alice should be having the opposite problem: she can't tell that nobody can smell it but the Cullens.

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She didn’t uncover my eyes until we were in her oversized bathroom. I stared at the long counter, covered in all the paraphernalia of a beauty salon, and began to feel my sleepless night.

“Is this really necessary? I’m going to look plain next to him no matter what.”

She pushed me down into a low pink chair. “No one will dare to call you plain when I’m through with you.”

Nobody even called her plain except her! She had half the drat school obsessed with her on day one!

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“Only because they’re afraid you’ll suck their blood,” I muttered. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, hoping I’d be able to nap through it. I did drift in and out a little bit while she masked, buffed, and polished every surface of my body.

It was after lunchtime when Rosalie glided past the bathroom door in a shimmery silver gown with her golden hair piled up in a soft crown on top of her head. She was so beautiful it made me want to cry. What was even the point of dressing up with Rosalie around?

I see it's going to be completely impossible for Bella to gain any character development or self-esteem without becoming a vampire.

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“They’re back,” Rosalie said, and immediately my childish fit of despair passed. Edward was home.

“Keep him out of here!”

“He won’t cross you today,” Rosalie reassured her. “He values his life too much. Esme’s got them finishing things up out back. Do you want some help? I could do her hair.”

My jaw fell open. I floundered around in my head, trying to remember how to close it.

I had never been Rosalie’s favorite person in the world. Then, making things even more strained between us, she was personally offended by the choice I was making now. Though she had her impossible beauty, her loving family, and her soul mate in Emmett, she would have traded it all to be human. And here I was, callously throwing away everything she wanted in life like it was garbage. It didn’t exactly warm her to me.

I have a special hatred for this passage in particular. To any reasonable person, Rosalie is absolutely in the right. The last book featured Bella getting paraded in front of everyone telling her that becoming a vampire was a mistake and that her family has very real traumas related to their transformations. She's the only one of them who actually had the right to choose, and she's throwing away what many of them consider to be all the joys of living so she can stay with her boyfriend for longer than a human lifespan. But as anyone who read these books knows, we get our happy ending. Bella throws everything back in their faces, and all of them have to just nod their heads and say "Yes, your love is more important. I agree."

So what's even the point of having this here when Meyer knows where she wants the story to go? The only meaning I can take from it is "Rosalie's trauma doesn't matter. She will hold her head high and be perfectly polite, because Bella's love is the most important thing in this book."

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“Sure,” Alice said easily. “You can start braiding. I want it intricate. The veil goes here, underneath.” Her hands started combing through my hair, hefting it, twisting it, illustrating in detail what she wanted. When she was done, Rosalie’s hands replaced hers, shaping my hair with a feather-light touch. Alice moved back to my face.

Once Rosalie received Alice’s commendation on my hair, she was sent off to retrieve my dress and then to locate Jasper, who had been dispatched to pick up my mother and her husband, Phil, from their hotel. Downstairs, I could faintly hear the door opening and closing over and over. Voices began to float up to us.

Alice made me stand so that she could ease the dress over my hair and makeup. My knees shook so badly as she fastened the long line of pearl buttons up my back that the satin quivered in little wavelets down to the floor.

“Deep breaths, Bella,” Alice said. “And try to lower your heart rate. You’re going to sweat off your new face.”

I gave her the best sarcastic expression I could manage. “I’ll get right on that.”

“I have to get dressed now. Can you hold yourself together for two minutes?”

“Um… maybe?”

She rolled her eyes and darted out the door.

Bella is going to spontaneously combust.

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I concentrated on my breathing, counting each movement of my lungs, and stared at the patterns that the bathroom light made on the shiny fabric of my skirt. I was afraid to look in the mirror—afraid the image of myself in the wedding dress would send me over the edge into a full-scale panic attack.

Alice was back before I had taken two hundred breaths, in a dress that flowed down her slender body like a silvery waterfall.



The filmmakers wanted to reflect the time period in which each vampire lived their mortal lives with their costumes. As Alice was born in 1901 and institutionalized in 1920, she gets a flapper-style silk dress decorated with seed beads and feathers. Jasper's tuxedo likewise includes a double-breasted waistcoat befitting of the Victorian period, though it otherwise has a modern cut to keep him from looking ridiculous and Carlisle doesn't even try.

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“Alice—wow.”

“It’s nothing. No one will be looking at me today. Not while you’re in the room.”

“Har har.”

“Now, are you in control of yourself, or do I have to bring Jasper up here?”

“They’re back? Is my mom here?”

“She just walked in the door. She’s on her way up.”

Renée had flown in two days ago, and I’d spent every minute I could with her—every minute that I could pry her away from Esme and the decorations, in other words. As far as I could tell, she was having more fun with this than a kid locked inside Disneyland overnight. In a way, I felt almost as cheated as Charlie. All that wasted terror over her reaction…

Now you're mad that you can't be miserable?

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“Oh, Bella!” she squealed now, gushing before she was all the way through the door. “Oh, honey, you’re so beautiful! Oh, I’m going to cry! Alice, you’re amazing! You and Esme should go into business as wedding planners. Where did you find this dress? It’s gorgeous! So graceful, so elegant. Bella, you look like you just stepped out of an Austen movie.” My mother’s voice sounded a little distance away, and everything in the room was slightly blurry. “Such a creative idea, designing the theme around Bella’s ring. So romantic! To think it’s been in Edward’s family since the eighteen hundreds!”

Alice and I exchanged a brief conspiratorial look. My mom was off on the dress style by more than a hundred years. The wedding wasn’t actually centered around the ring, but around Edward himself.

"Haha, isn't Renee so charmingly stupid?"

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There was a loud, gruff throat-clearing in the doorway.

“Renée, Esme said it’s time you got settled down there,” Charlie said.

“Well, Charlie, don’t you look dashing!” Renée said in a tone that was almost shocked. That might have explained the crustiness of Charlie’s answer.

“Alice got to me.”

“Is it really time already?” Renée said to herself, sounding almost as nervous as I felt. “This has all gone so fast. I feel dizzy.”

That made two of us.

“Give me a hug before I go down,” Renée insisted. “Carefully now, don’t tear anything.”

My mother squeezed me gently around the waist, then wheeled for the door, only to complete the spin and face me again.

“Oh goodness, I almost forgot! Charlie, where’s the box?”

My dad rummaged in his pockets for a minute and then produced a small white box, which he handed to Renée. Renée lifted the lid and held it out to me.

“Something blue,” she said.

“Something old, too. They were your Grandma Swan’s,” Charlie added. “We had a jeweler replace the paste stones with sapphires.”

Inside the box were two heavy silver hair combs. Dark blue sapphires were clustered into intricate floral shapes atop the teeth.



The comb was sold for a wild $4000 at auction. Being costume jewelry, it's a base metal with glass diamonds and sapphires.

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My throat got all thick. “Mom, Dad… you shouldn’t have.”

“Alice wouldn’t let us do anything else,” Renée said. “Every time we tried, she all but ripped our throats out.”

A hysterical giggle burst through my lips.

This would be a way better book if they played up the vampire jokes more.

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Alice stepped up and quickly slid both combs into my hair under the edge of the thick braids. “That’s something old and something blue,” Alice mused, taking a few steps back to admire me. “And your dress is new… so here—”

She flicked something at me. I held my hands out automatically, and the filmy white garter landed in my palms.

“That’s mine and I want it back,” Alice told me.

I blushed.

...did you wash this first?

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“There,” Alice said with satisfaction. “A little color—that’s all you needed. You are officially perfect.” With a little self-congratulatory smile, she turned to my parents. “Renée, you need to get downstairs.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Renée blew me a kiss and hurried out the door.

“Charlie, would you grab the flowers, please?”

While Charlie was out of the room, Alice hooked the garter out of my hands and then ducked under my skirt. I gasped and tottered as her cold hand caught my ankle; she yanked the garter into place.

Is Meyer putting slash fic fuel in her books on purpose at this point or is she just that oblivious to the tone?

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She was back on her feet before Charlie returned with the two frothy white bouquets. The scent of roses and orange blossom and freesia enveloped me in a soft mist.

Rosalie—the best musician in the family next to Edward—began playing the piano downstairs. Pachelbel’s Canon. I began hyperventilating.

Bella's biggest fear is cliche music.

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“Easy, Bells,” Charlie said. He turned to Alice nervously. “She looks a little sick. Do you think she’s going to make it?”

His voice sounded far away. I couldn’t feel my legs.

“She’d better.”

Alice stood right in front of me, on her tiptoes to better stare me in the eye, and gripped my wrists in her hard hands.

“Focus, Bella. Edward is waiting for you down there.”

I took a deep breath, willing myself into composure.

This is now getting awkward to read.

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The music slowly morphed into a new song. Charlie nudged me. “Bells, we’re up to bat.”

“Bella?” Alice asked, still holding my gaze.

“Yes,” I squeaked. “Edward. Okay.” I let her pull me from the room, with Charlie tagging along at my elbow.

The music was louder in the hall. It floated up the stairs along with the fragrance of a million flowers. I concentrated on the idea of Edward waiting below to get my feet to shuffle forward.

The music was familiar, Wagner’s traditional march surrounded by a flood of embellishments.

I actually can't remember the last wedding I went to that unironically played Wagner's "Bridal Chorus."

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“It’s my turn,” Alice chimed. “Count to five and follow me.” She began a slow, graceful dance down the staircase. I should have realized that having Alice as my only bridesmaid was a mistake. I would look that much more uncoordinated coming behind her.

A sudden fanfare trilled through the soaring music. I recognized my cue.

“Don’t let me fall, Dad,” I whispered. Charlie pulled my hand through his arm and then grasped it tightly.

One step at a time, I told myself as we began to descend to the slow tempo of the march. I didn’t lift my eyes until my feet were safely on the flat ground, though I could hear the murmurs and rustling of the audience as I came into view. Blood flooded my cheeks at the sound; of course I could be counted on to be the blushing bride.

As soon as my feet were past the treacherous stairs, I was looking for him. For a brief second, I was distracted by the profusion of white blossoms that hung in garlands from everything in the room that wasn’t alive, dripping with long lines of white gossamer ribbons. But I tore my eyes from the bowery canopy and searched across the rows of satin-draped chairs—blushing more deeply as I took in the crowd of faces all focused on me—until I found him at last, standing before an arch overflowing with more flowers, more gossamer.

When we got to the wedding, I was hoping the tone Meyer went for wouldn't be "embarrassing."

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I was barely conscious that Carlisle stood by his side, and Angela’s father behind them both. I didn’t see my mother where she must have been sitting in the front row, or my new family, or any of the guests—they would have to wait till later.

All I really saw was Edward’s face; it filled my vision and overwhelmed my mind. His eyes were a buttery, burning gold; his perfect face was almost severe with the depth of his emotion. And then, as he met my awed gaze, he broke into a breathtaking smile of exultation.

Suddenly, it was only the pressure of Charlie’s hand on mine that kept me from sprinting headlong down the aisle.

The march was too slow as I struggled to pace my steps to its rhythm. Mercifully, the aisle was very short. And then, at last, at last, I was there. Edward held out his hand. Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.

Like, Bella's level of freak-out here is downright uncomfortable with how bad she is at this.

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Our vows were the simple, traditional words that had been spoken a million times, though never by a couple quite like us. We’d asked Mr. Weber to make only one small change. He obligingly traded the line “till death do us part” for the more appropriate “as long as we both shall live.”

In that moment, as the minister said his part, my world, which had been upside down for so long now, seemed to settle into its proper position. I saw just how silly I’d been for fearing this—as if it were an unwanted birthday gift or an embarrassing exhibition, like the prom. I looked into Edward’s shining, triumphant eyes and knew that I was winning, too. Because nothing else mattered but that I could stay with him.

I didn’t realize I was crying until it was time to say the binding words.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IelhpK-eDh0

Kristen Stewart somehow manages to keep the exact amount of discomfort Bella has in the books and it emphasizes how awful this is.

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“I do,” I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper, blinking my eyes clear so I could see his face.

When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious.

“I do,” he vowed.

Mr. Weber declared us husband and wife, and then Edward’s hands reached up to cradle my face, carefully, as if it were as delicate as the white petals swaying above our heads. I tried to comprehend, through the film of tears blinding me, the surreal fact that this amazing person was mine. His golden eyes looked as if they would have tears, too, if such a thing were not impossible. He bent his head toward mine, and I stretched up on the tips of my toes, throwing my arms—bouquet and all—around his neck.

Remember kids: tradition is always the right way! You'll always feel silly about not wanting to follow it once it happens!

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He kissed me tenderly, adoringly; I forgot the crowd, the place, the time, the reason… only remembering that he loved me, that he wanted me, that I was his.

He began the kiss, and he had to end it; I clung to him, ignoring the titters and the throat-clearing in the audience. Finally, his hands restrained my face and he pulled back—too soon—to look at me. On the surface his sudden smile was amused, almost a smirk. But underneath his momentary entertainment at my public exhibition was a deep joy that echoed my own.

Bella almost jumped this man's marbles right here.

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The crowd erupted into applause, and he turned our bodies to face our friends and family. I couldn’t look away from his face to see them.

My mother’s arms were the first to find me, her tear-streaked face the first thing I saw when I finally tore my eyes unwillingly from Edward. And then I was handed through the crowd, passed from embrace to embrace, only vaguely aware of who held me, my attention centered on Edward’s hand clutched tightly in my own. I did recognize the difference between the soft, warm hugs of my human friends and the gentle, cool embraces of my new family.

One scorching hug stood out from all the others—Seth Clearwater had braved the throng of vampires to stand in for my lost werewolf friend.

chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 21:21 on Apr 24, 2020

hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous

MrNemo posted:

The exploration of vampire society generally is just massively disappointing. There feels like a lot of potential and some really interesting ideas regarding how vampirism works and how they are forced to structure themselves to survive. And all Meyer wants to write about is teen melodrama. I really do get that take that it's romantic self insert fan fic set in a much richer world.
You know that old adage about "Is this the most interesting time in the main character's life? If not, why aren't you writing about that?" The same should be true for your fictional world. Like, Tamora Pierce doesn't write an entire series about two teens in love and then go "Oh yeah, 2000 years ago there was this woman who dressed like a man and became the first female knight, and fought an evil wizard and changed the kingdom forever, pretty cool huh? Anyhooo..."

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It was after lunchtime when Rosalie glided past the bathroom door in a shimmery silver gown with her golden hair piled up in a soft crown on top of her head. She was so beautiful it made me want to cry. What was even the point of dressing up with Rosalie around?

She does remember the last time Rosalie wore a wedding dress, right? It seems incredibly self-centered to worry about Rosalie out-shinning her, when the entire thing must remind Rosalie of her gang rape and murder.

hyperhazard fucked around with this message at 21:49 on Apr 24, 2020

Lysistrata
Sep 12, 2003
Anyone who truly believes he has friends is a fool.

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the profusion of white blossoms that hung in garlands from everything in the room that wasn’t alive, dripping with long lines of white gossamer ribbons


Edward stood at the altar, his expensive suit barely visible beneath the festoons of white flowers, a bouquet hung from each ear like petaled comets trailing ribbon tails. He was dazzling.

Lord Zedd-Repulsa
Jul 21, 2007

Devour a good book.


Perfect.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

It’s been a long time since I read the actual wedding scene. I try to not make assumptions about an author’s personal life on a first read, but seeing it again years later and. Well. :smith: This chapter is one of the better-written ones, that’s for certain.

RaspberrySea
Nov 29, 2004
I'm just side eyeing at both Alice and Rosalie wearing long silvery white gowns to someone else's wedding. I can see Rose doing it to be a bitch, but I thought better of Alice!

Cythereal
Nov 8, 2009

I love the potoo,
and the potoo loves you.

MorgaineDax posted:

I'm just side eyeing at both Alice and Rosalie wearing long silvery white gowns to someone else's wedding. I can see Rose doing it to be a bitch, but I thought better of Alice!

Wouldn't be surprised if it's a Mormon thing.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 4: Gesture

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The wedding flowed into the reception party smoothly—proof of Alice’s flawless planning. It was just twilight over the river; the ceremony had lasted exactly the right amount of time, allowing the sun to set behind the trees. The lights in the trees glimmered as Edward led me through the glass back doors, making the white flowers glow. There were another ten thousand flowers out here, serving as a fragrant, airy tent over the dance floor set up on the grass under two of the ancient cedars.

Things slowed down, relaxed as the mellow August evening surrounded us. The little crowd spread out under the soft shine of the twinkle lights, and we were greeted again by the friends we’d just embraced. There was time to talk now, to laugh.

“Congrats, guys,” Seth Clearwater told us, ducking his head under the edge of a flower garland. His mother, Sue, was tight by his side, eyeing the guests with wary intensity. Her face was thin and fierce, an expression that was accented by her short, severe hairstyle; it was as short as her daughter Leah’s—I wondered if she’d cut it the same way in a show of solidarity. Billy Black, on Seth’s other side, was not as tense as Sue.



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When I looked at Jacob’s father, I always felt like I was seeing two people rather than just one. There was the old man in the wheelchair with the lined face and the white smile that everyone else saw. And then there was the direct descendant of a long line of powerful, magical chieftains, cloaked in the authority he’d been born with. Though the magic had—in the absence of a catalyst—skipped his generation, Billy was still a part of the power and the legend. It flowed straight through him. It flowed to his son, the heir to the magic, who had turned his back on it. That left Sam Uley to act as the chief of legends and magic now.…

Billy seemed oddly at ease considering the company and the event—his black eyes sparkled like he’d just gotten some good news. I was impressed by his composure. This wedding must have seemed a very bad thing, the worst thing that could happen to his best friend’s daughter, in Billy’s eyes.

Hasn't Billy been one of the nicest Quileute regarding the vampires though?

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I knew it wasn’t easy for him to restrain his feelings, considering the challenge this event foreshadowed to the ancient treaty between the Cullens and the Quileutes—the treaty that prohibited the Cullens from ever creating another vampire. The wolves knew a breach was coming, but the Cullens had no idea how they would react. Before the alliance, it would have meant an immediate attack. A war. But now that they knew each other better, would there be forgiveness instead?

The battle between "The werewolves who are reasonable people" and "The werewolves who exist in a permanent state of rage."

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As if in response to that thought, Seth leaned toward Edward, arms extended. Edward returned the hug with his free arm.

I saw Sue shudder delicately.

“It’s good to see things work out for you, man,” Seth said. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, Seth. That means a lot to me.” Edward pulled away from Seth and looked at Sue and Billy. “Thank you, as well. For letting Seth come. For supporting Bella today.”

“You’re welcome,” Billy said in his deep, gravelly voice, and I was surprised at the optimism in his tone. Perhaps a stronger truce was on the horizon.

A bit of a line was forming, so Seth waved goodbye and wheeled Billy toward the food. Sue kept one hand on each of them.

Angela and Ben were the next to claim us, followed by Angela’s parents and then Mike and Jessica—who were, to my surprise, holding hands. I hadn’t heard that they were together again. That was nice.

I almost forgot they were dating once!

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Behind my human friends were my new cousins-in-law, the Denali vampire clan. I realized I was holding my breath as the vampire in front—Tanya, I assumed from the strawberry tint in her blond curls—reached out to embrace Edward. Next to her, three other vampires with golden eyes stared at me with open curiosity. One woman had long, pale blond hair, straight as corn silk. The other woman and the man beside her were both black-haired, with a hint of an olive tone to their chalky complexions.

And they were all four so beautiful that it made my stomach hurt.



Tanya was played by MyAnna Buring, a Swedish-born British actress (her birth name is Anna Margaretha My Rantapää), who had previously got her throat ripped out as Sam in The Descent and recently appeared as Tissaia de Vries on The Witcher Netflix series and Detective Helen Weeks on In the Dark.

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Tanya was still holding Edward. “Ah, Edward,” she said. “I’ve missed you.”

Edward chuckled and deftly maneuvered out of the hug, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder and stepping back, as if to get a better look at her. “It’s been too long, Tanya. You look well.”

“So do you.”

“Let me introduce you to my wife.” It was the first time Edward had said that word since it was officially true; he seemed like he would explode with satisfaction saying it now. The Denalis all laughed lightly in response. “Tanya, this is my Bella.”

....your Bella?

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Tanya was every bit as lovely as my worst nightmares had predicted. She eyed me with a look that was much more speculative than it was resigned, and then reached out to take my hand.

“Welcome to the family, Bella.” She smiled, a little rueful. “We consider ourselves Carlisle’s extended family, and I am sorry about the, er, recent incident when we did not behave as such. We should have met you sooner. Can you forgive us?”

"We would have liked to be present in the plot sooner, but the writer just couldn't handle any more complexity."

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“Of course,” I said breathlessly. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“The Cullens are all evened up in numbers now. Perhaps it will be our turn next, eh, Kate?” She grinned at the blonde.

“Keep the dream alive,” Kate said with a roll of her golden eyes. She took my hand from Tanya’s and squeezed it gently. “Welcome, Bella.”



Kate was played by Casey LaBow, a minor actress even today who had to audition five times before getting cast. She would appear as Maggie Bunker in seven episodes of Banshee and as Cali in Free The Nipple but has no credits since 2016.

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The dark-haired woman put her hand on top of Kate’s. “I’m Carmen, this is Eleazar. We’re all so very pleased to finally meet you.”

“M-me, too,” I stuttered.



Our only brunette, Carmen, was played by Argentinian actress Mía Maestro. She played Nadia Santos, Sydney Bristow's half-sister in Alias, Cristina Kahlo in Frida, and Dr. Nora Martinez on The Strain. She's also an independent singer-songwriter and trained dancer!

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Tanya glanced at the people waiting behind her—Charlie’s deputy, Mark, and his wife. Their eyes were huge as they took in the Denali clan.

“We’ll get to know each other later. We’ll have eons of time for that!” Tanya laughed as she and her family moved on.

All the standard traditions were kept. I was blinded by flashbulbs as we held the knife over a spectacular cake—too grand, I thought, for our relatively intimate group of friends and family. We took turns shoving cake in each other’s faces; Edward manfully swallowed his portion as I watched in disbelief. I threw my bouquet with atypical skill, right into Angela’s surprised hands. Emmett and Jasper howled with laughter at my blush while Edward removed my borrowed garter—which I’d shimmied down nearly to my ankle—very carefully with his teeth. With a quick wink at me, he shot it straight into Mike Newton’s face.

I want to imagine he literally spat it out at Mike.

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And when the music started, Edward pulled me into his arms for the customary first dance; I went willingly, despite my fear of dancing—especially dancing in front of an audience—just happy to have him holding me. He did all the work, and I twirled effortlessly under the glow of a canopy of lights and the bright flashes from the cameras.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Yvg2juCjK4

In one of the very few parts of the films that's actually worth watching, the writer and director of Part 1 decided to embrace the awkwardness and replace Bella's hand-wringing over pretty vampires with a series of incredible wedding speeches that poke fun at the plot, writing, casting, costuming, etc.

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“Enjoying the party, Mrs. Cullen?” he whispered in my ear.

I laughed. “That will take a while to get used to.”

“We have a while,” he reminded me, his voice exultant, and he leaned down to kiss me while we danced. Cameras clicked feverishly.

The music changed, and Charlie tapped on Edward’s shoulder.

It wasn’t nearly as easy to dance with Charlie. He was no better at it than I was, so we moved safely from side to side in a tiny square formation. Edward and Esme spun around us like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

It's like being back in high school!

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“I’m going to miss you at home, Bella. I’m already lonely.”

I spoke through a tight throat, trying to make a joke of it. “I feel just horrible, leaving you to cook for yourself—it’s practically criminal negligence. You could arrest me.”

He grinned. “I suppose I’ll survive the food. Just call me whenever you can.”

“I promise.”

Is she trying to use vampirism as a metaphor for moving out or does she really have no idea how callous and selfish her protagonist comes off with Charlie?

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It seemed like I danced with everyone. It was good to see all my old friends, but I really wanted to be with Edward more than anything else. I was happy when he finally cut in, just half a minute after a new dance started.

“Still not that fond of Mike, eh?” I commented as Edward whirled me away from him.

“Not when I have to listen to his thoughts. He’s lucky I didn’t kick him out. Or worse.”

Mike no longer exists for any reason except as the butt of a joke, all for the crime of "not being the hot supernatural love interest."

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“Yeah, right.”

“Have you had a chance to look at yourself?”

“Um. No, I guess not. Why?”

“Then I suppose you don’t realize how utterly, heart-breakingly beautiful you are tonight. I’m not surprised Mike’s having difficulty with improper thoughts about a married woman. I am disappointed that Alice didn’t make sure you were forced to look in a mirror.”

Bella would have smashed it and used the shards to slit her wrist.

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“You are very biased, you know.”

He sighed and then paused and turned me around to face the house. The wall of glass reflected the party back like a long mirror. Edward pointed to the couple in the mirror directly across from us.

“Biased, am I?”

I caught just a glimpse of Edward’s reflection—a perfect duplicate of his perfect face—with a dark-haired beauty at his side. Her skin was cream and roses, her eyes were huge with excitement and framed with thick lashes. The narrow sheath of the shimmering white dress flared out subtly at the train almost like an inverted calla lily, cut so skillfully that her body looked elegant and graceful—while it was motionless, at least.

She never thought she was pretty whenever she looked at herself and only thought she was worse next to the vampires. Now as soon as she puts on a wedding dress, she looks perfect!

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Before I could blink and make the beauty turn back into me, Edward suddenly stiffened and turned automatically in the other direction, as if someone had called his name.

“Oh!” he said. His brow furrowed for an instant and then smoothed out just as quickly.

Suddenly, he was smiling a brilliant smile.

“What is it?” I asked.

“A surprise wedding gift.”

“Huh?”

He didn’t answer; he just started dancing again, spinning me the opposite way we’d been headed before, away from the lights and then into the deep swath of night that ringed the luminous dance floor.

He didn’t pause until we reached the dark side of one of the huge cedars. Then Edward looked straight into the blackest shadow.

“Thank you,” Edward said to the darkness. “This is very… kind of you.”

“Kind is my middle name,” a husky familiar voice answered from the black night. “Can I cut in?”

Did he even wear a suit?

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My hand flew up to my throat, and if Edward hadn’t been holding me I would have collapsed.

Well, at least that hasn't changed.

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“Jacob!” I choked as soon as I could breathe. “Jacob!”

“Hey there, Bells.”

chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 07:36 on Apr 26, 2020

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013

I choose to believe Jacob just walked into a fancy wedding reception wearing nothing but shorts and smelling of wet dog.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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I stumbled toward the sound of his voice. Edward kept his grip under my elbow until another set of strong hands caught me in the darkness. The heat from Jacob’s skin burned right through the thin satin dress as he pulled me close. He made no effort to dance; he just hugged me while I buried my face in his chest. He leaned down to press his cheek to the top of my head.

His clothing is not described but his skin is certainly hot, so I think Grammarchist could be right!

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“Rosalie won’t forgive me if she doesn’t get her official turn on the dance floor,” Edward murmured, and I knew he was leaving us, giving me a gift of his own—this moment with Jacob.

“Oh, Jacob.” I was crying now; I couldn’t get the words out clearly. “Thank you.”

“Stop blubbering, Bella. You’ll ruin your dress. It’s just me.”

“Just? Oh, Jake! Everything is perfect now.”

"Now we can add all the drama this wedding was missing!"

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He snorted. “Yeah—the party can start. The best man finally made it.”

“Now everyone I love is here.”

I felt his lips brush my hair. “Sorry I’m late, honey.”

“I’m just so happy you came!”

“That was the idea.”

I...did not miss this.

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I glanced toward the guests, but I couldn’t see through the dancers to the spot where I’d last seen Jacob’s father. I didn’t know if he’d stayed. “Does Billy know you’re here?” As soon as I asked, I knew that he must have—it was the only way to explain his uplifted expression before.

“I’m sure Sam’s told him. I’ll go see him when… when the party’s over.”

“He’ll be so glad you’re home.”

Jacob pulled back a little bit and straightened up. He left one hand on the small of my back and grabbed my right hand with the other. He cradled our hands to his chest; I could feel his heart beat under my palm, and I guessed that he hadn’t placed my hand there accidentally.

“I don’t know if I get more than just this one dance,” he said, and he began pulling me around in a slow circle that didn’t match the tempo of the music coming from behind us. “I’d better make the best of it.”

Turbo Assault!

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We moved to the rhythm of his heart under my hand.

I feel like his BPM must be pretty high here.

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“I’m glad I came,” Jacob said quietly after a moment. “I didn’t think I would be. But it’s good to see you… one more time. Not as sad as I’d thought it would be.”

“I don’t want you to feel sad.”

“I know that. And I didn’t come tonight to make you feel guilty.”

“No—it makes me very happy that you came. It’s the best gift you could have given me.”

He laughed. “That’s good, because I didn’t have time to stop for a real present.”

I was fine with you just not being here.

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My eyes were adjusting, and I could see his face now, higher up than I expected. Was it possible that he was still growing? He had to be closer to seven feet than to six. It was a relief to see his familiar features again after all this time—his deep-set eyes shadowed under his shaggy black brows, his high cheekbones, his full lips stretched over his bright teeth in the sarcastic smile that matched his tone. His eyes were tight around the edges—careful; I could see that he was being very careful tonight. He was doing all he could to make me happy, to not slip and show how much this cost him.

I’d never done anything good enough to deserve a friend like Jacob.

You can't just have a guy be terrible and then say he's a great friend

Right now Jacob isn't being some super awesome guy. He's putting all of his focus and discipline on meeting the bare minimum standard here.

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“When did you decide to come back?”

“Consciously or subconsciously?” He took a deep breath before he answered his own question. “I don’t really know. I guess I’ve been wandering back this direction for a while, and maybe it’s because I was headed here. But it wasn’t until this morning that I really started running I didn’t know if I could make it.” He laughed. “You wouldn’t believe how weird this feels—walking around on two legs again. And clothes! And then it’s more bizarre because it feels weird. I didn’t expect that. I’m out of practice with the whole human thing.”

We revolved steadily.

“It would have been a shame to miss seeing you like this, though. That’s worth the trip right there. You look unbelievable, Bella. So beautiful.”

“Alice invested a lot of time in me today. The dark helps, too.”

“It’s not so dark for me, you know.”

“Right.” Werewolf senses. It was easy to forget all the things he could do, he seemed so human. Especially right now.

When was this established? I don't remember Jacob having superhuman vision or hearing in human form before.

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“You cut your hair,” I noted.

“Yeah. Easier, you know. Thought I’d better take advantage of the hands.”

Yes, now is when Jacob canonically gets the short hair that New Moon's film put him in!

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“It looks good,” I lied.

He snorted. “Right. I did it myself, with rusty kitchen shears.” He grinned widely for a moment, and then his smile faded. His expression turned serious. “Are you happy, Bella?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” I felt his shoulders shrug. “That’s the main thing, I guess.”

“How are you, Jacob? Really?”

“I’m fine, Bella, really. You don’t need to worry about me anymore. You can stop bugging Seth.”

“I’m not just bugging him because of you. I like Seth.”

"He's much less rapey."

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“He’s a good kid. Better company than some. I tell you, if I could get rid of the voices in my head, being a wolf would be about perfect.”

I laughed at the way it sounded. “Yeah, I can’t get mine to shut up, either.”

“In your case, that would mean you’re insane. Of course, I already knew that you were insane,” he teased.

"Thanks."

....is this, like, a canon acknowledgement of Bella being severely mentally ill? This is a really casual drop or a really bad joke!

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“Insanity is probably easier than sharing a pack mind. Crazy people’s voices don’t send babysitters to watch them.”

“Huh?”

“Sam’s out there. And some of the others. Just in case, you know.”

“In case of what?”

“In case I can’t keep it together, something like that. In case I decide to trash the party.” He flashed a quick smile at what was probably an appealing thought to him. “But I’m not here to ruin your wedding, Bella. I’m here to…” He trailed off.

“To make it perfect.”

It is really worrying if all of your friends have to stand guard outside the party to keep you from throwing a tantrum and destroying everything!

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“That’s a tall order.”

“Good thing you’re so tall.”

He groaned at my bad joke and then sighed. “I’m just here to be your friend. Your best friend, one last time.”

“Sam should give you more credit.”

No he shouldn't.

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“Well, maybe I’m being oversensitive. Maybe they’d be here anyway, to keep an eye on Seth. There are a lot of vampires here. Seth doesn’t take that as seriously as he should.”

“Seth knows that he’s not in any danger. He understands the Cullens better than Sam does.”

“Sure, sure,” Jacob said, making peace before it could turn into a fight.

It was strange to have him being the diplomat.

Especially if the rest of the pack is watching him so he doesn't flip out!

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“Sorry about those voices,” I said. “Wish I could make it better.” In so many ways.

Uhhhhhh

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“It’s not that bad. I’m just whining a little.”

“You’re… happy?”

“Close enough. But enough about me. You’re the star today.” He chuckled. “I bet you’re just loving that. Center of attention.”

“Yeah. Can’t get enough attention.”

"I almost passed out and refused to even look at the dress from a pathological hatred of marriage!"

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He laughed and then stared over my head. With pursed lips, he studied the shimmering glow of the reception party, the graceful whirl of the dancers, the fluttering petals falling from the garlands; I looked with him. It all seemed very distant from this black, quiet space. Almost like watching the white flurries swirling inside a snow globe.

“I’ll give them this much,” he said. “They know how to throw a party.”

“Alice is an unstoppable force of nature.”

"She would literally kill her family if they didn't let her do this."

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He sighed. “Song’s over. Do you think I get another one? Or is that asking too much?”

I tightened my hand around his. “You can have as many dances as you want.”

He laughed. “That would be interesting. I think I’d better stick with two, though. Don’t want to start talk.”

We turned in another circle.

“You’d think I’d be used to telling you goodbye by now,” he murmured.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but I couldn’t force it down.

Jacob looked at me and frowned. He wiped his fingers across my cheek, catching the tears there.

“You’re not supposed to be the one crying, Bella.”

“Everyone cries at weddings,” I said thickly.

“This is what you want, right?”

“Right.”

“Then smile.”

I tried. He laughed at my grimace.

This book really needs to stop accidentally foreshadowing that turning into a vampire is a mistake if it's not going to commit.

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“I’m going to try to remember you like this. Pretend that…”

“That what? That I died?”

He clenched his teeth. He was struggling with himself—with his decision to make his presence here a gift and not a judgment. I could guess what he wanted to say.

“No,” he finally answered. “But I’ll see you this way in my head. Pink cheeks. Heartbeat. Two left feet. All of that.”

I deliberately stomped on his foot as hard as I could.

He smiled. “That’s my girl.”

As she shattered every bone in her foot instantly.

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He started to say something else and then snapped his mouth closed. Struggling again, teeth gritted against the words he didn’t want to say.

My relationship with Jacob used to be so easy. Natural as breathing. But since Edward had come back into my life, it was a constant strain. Because—in Jacob’s eyes—by choosing Edward, I was choosing a fate that was worse than death, or at least equivalent to it.

Skipping how Bella's friendship with Jacob originated as what's basically low-level Lima Syndrome, this is where the epilogue from Jacob's perspective in Eclipse really would have helped. Meyer would have also had to not write Jacob as an aggressive sexual predator, but what little we saw from his perspective (like how the scent of vampires triggers an instinctive "rip and tear" reaction) would have served greatly to flesh out the Quileute perspective. Instead, we're almost meant to see Jacob as unreasonable and connect his problems with Bella's impending transformation with jealousy instead of any practical or moral standpoint.

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“What is it, Jake? Just tell me. You can tell me anything.”

“I—I… I don’t have anything to tell you.”

“Oh please. Spit it out.”

“It’s true. It’s not… it’s—it’s a question. It’s something I want you to tell me.”

“Ask me.”

He struggled for another minute and then exhaled. “I shouldn’t. It doesn’t matter. I’m just morbidly curious.”

Because I knew him so well, I understood.

“It’s not tonight, Jacob,” I whispered.

Jacob was even more obsessed with my humanity than Edward. He treasured every one of my heartbeats, knowing that they were numbered.

“Oh,” he said, trying to smother his relief. “Oh.”

And yes, this is definitely a virginity metaphor still.

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A new song started playing, but he didn’t notice the change this time.

“When?” he whispered.

“I don’t know for sure. A week or two, maybe.”

His voice changed, took on a defensive, mocking edge. “What’s the holdup?”

“I just didn’t want to spend my honeymoon writhing in pain.”

“You’d rather spend it how? Playing checkers? Ha ha.”

“Very funny.”

Jacob must be a terrible lover.

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“Kidding, Bells. But, honestly, I don’t see the point. You can’t have a real honeymoon with your vampire, so why go through the motions? Call a spade a spade. This isn’t the first time you’ve put this off. That’s a good thing, though,” he said, suddenly earnest. “Don’t be embarrassed about it.”

“I’m not putting anything off,” I snapped. “And yes I can have a real honeymoon! I can do anything I want! Butt out!”

He stopped our slow circling abruptly. For a moment, I wondered if he’d finally noticed the music change, and I scrambled in my head for a way to patch up our little tiff before he said goodbye to me. We shouldn’t part on this note.

And then his eyes bulged wide with a strange kind of confused horror.

“What?” he gasped. “What did you say?”

“About what…? Jake? What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean? Have a real honeymoon? While you’re still human? Are you kidding? That’s a sick joke, Bella!”

I glared at him. “I said butt out, Jake. This is so not your business. I shouldn’t have… we shouldn’t even be talking about this. It’s private—”

First, Meyer once again shows her background by equating a honeymoon with deflowering.

Second, I know Jacob is supposed to be seen as interfering in the virginity and marriage metaphor here but he's absolutely right. Every time Meyer tries to associate her supernatural romance drama with her own beliefs or opinions, it tends to clash badly with the reality of the fictional world. This is equivalent to your best friend telling you that her goal is to get hosed by an industrial pile driver.

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His enormous hands gripped the tops of my arms, wrapping all the way around, fingers overlapping.

“Ow, Jake! Let go!”

He shook me. “Bella! Have you lost your mind? You can’t be that stupid! Tell me you’re joking!”

He shook me again. His hands, tight as tourniquets, were quivering, sending vibrations deep into my bones.

“Jake—stop!”

The darkness was suddenly very crowded. “Take your hands off her!” Edward’s voice was cold as ice, sharp as razors.

Behind Jacob, there was a low snarl from the black night, and then another, overlapping the first.

“Jake, bro, back away,” I heard Seth Clearwater urge. “You’re losing it.”

Jacob seemed frozen as he was, his horrified eyes wide and staring.

“You’ll hurt her,” Seth whispered. “Let her go.”

“Now!” Edward snarled.

Yeah, focus your rage on the guy with a marble cock and enough strength to puncture body armor!

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Jacob’s hands dropped to his sides, and the sudden gush of blood through my waiting veins was almost painful. Before I could register more than that, cold hands replaced the hot ones, and the air was suddenly whooshing past me.

I blinked, and I was on my feet a half dozen feet away from where I’d been standing. Edward was tensed in front of me. There were two enormous wolves braced between him and Jacob, but they did not seem aggressive to me. More like they were trying to prevent the fight.

And Seth—gangly, fifteen-year-old Seth—had his long arms around Jacob’s shaking body, and he was tugging him away. If Jacob phased with Seth so close…

“C’mon, Jake. Let’s go.”

“I’ll kill you,” Jacob said, his voice so choked with rage that it was low as a whisper. His eyes, focused on Edward, burned with fury. “I’ll kill you myself! I’ll do it now!” He shuddered convulsively.

Ah, the Red Wedding has begun!

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The biggest wolf, the black one, growled sharply.

“Seth, get out of the way,” Edward hissed.

Seth tugged on Jacob again. Jacob was so bewildered with rage that Seth was able to yank him a few feet farther back.

“Don’t do it, Jake. Walk away. C’mon.”

Sam—the bigger wolf, the black one—joined Seth then. He put his massive head against Jacob’s chest and shoved.

The three of them—Seth towing, Jake trembling, Sam pushing—disappeared swiftly into the darkness.

So where was this all taking place? Nobody else has intervened.

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The other wolf stared after them. I wasn’t sure, in the weak light, about the color of his fur—chocolate brown, maybe? Was it Quil, then?

Sure as hell ain't Paul. That man's a public health hazard on a good day.

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“I’m sorry,” I whispered to the wolf.

“It’s all right now, Bella,” Edward murmured.

The wolf looked at Edward. His gaze was not friendly. Edward gave him one cold nod. The wolf huffed and then turned to follow the others, vanishing as they had.

“All right,” Edward said to himself, and then he looked at me. “Let’s get back.”

“But Jake—”

“Sam has him in hand. He’s gone.”

“Edward, I’m so sorry. I was stupid—”

“You did nothing wrong—”

“I have such a big mouth! Why would I… I shouldn’t have let him get to me like that. What was I thinking?”

Literally terminal horny.

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“Don’t worry.” He touched my face. “We need to get back to the reception before someone notices our absence.”

I shook my head, trying to reorient myself. Before someone noticed? Had anyone missed that?

Then, as I thought about it, I realized the confrontation that had seemed so catastrophic to me had, in reality, been very quiet and short here in the shadows.

No it wasn't! You had a guy (who may or may not have been wearing a shirt) threatening to kill the groom while two wolves the size of Clydesdales and a gangly teenager dragged him away. How the hell could anyone miss that, shadows or not?

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“Give me two seconds,” I pleaded.

My insides were chaotic with panic and grief, but that didn’t matter—only the outside mattered right now. Putting on a good show was something I knew I had to master.

“My dress?”

“You look fine. Not a hair out of place.”

I took two deep breaths. “Okay. Let’s go.”

He put his arms around me and led me back to the light. When we passed under the twinkle lights, he spun me gently onto the dance floor. We melted in with the other dancers as if our dance had never been interrupted.

I glanced around at the guests, but no one seemed shocked or frightened. Only the very palest faces there showed any signs of stress, and they hid it well. Jasper and Emmett were on the edge of the floor, close together, and I guessed that they had been nearby during the confrontation.

How huge is this property and reception that this whole thing could have happened completely out of sight or earshot of any guests but two vampires with superhuman hearing and vision?

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“Are you—”

“I’m fine,” I promised. “I can’t believe I did that. What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

Debatable.

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I’d been so glad to see Jacob here. I knew the sacrifice it had taken him. And then I’d ruined it, turned his gift into a disaster. I should be quarantined.

Eyyyyyyyy!

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But my idiocy would not ruin anything else tonight. I would put this away, shove it in a drawer and lock it up to deal with later. There would be plenty of time to flagellate myself for this, and nothing I could do now would help.

Sex with Edward probably counts as self-flagellation. Or potentially "a crime of passion" when the CSI guys arrive.

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“It’s over,” I said. “Let’s not think of it again tonight.”

I expected a quick agreement from Edward, but he was silent.

“Edward?”

He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to mine. “Jacob is right,” he whispered. “What am I thinking?”

“He is not.” I tried to keep my face smooth for the watching crowd of friends. “Jacob is way too prejudiced to see anything clearly.”

Prejudiced in favor of not having a single thrust shatter Bella's pelvis.

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He mumbled something low that sounded almost like “should let him kill me for even thinking…”

“Stop it,” I said fiercely. I grabbed his face in my hands and waited until he opened his eyes. “You and me. That’s the only thing that matters. The only thing you’re allowed to think about now. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” he sighed.

“Forget Jacob came.” I could do that. I would do that. “For me. Promise that you’ll let this go.”

He stared into my eyes for a moment before answering. “I promise.”

“Thank you. Edward, I’m not afraid.”

“I am,” he whispered.

“Don’t be.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “By the way, I love you.”

He smiled just a little in return. “That’s why we’re here.”

Yes, Edward will keep up this dramatic moping even after they successfully bone

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“You’re monopolizing the bride,” Emmett said, coming up behind Edward’s shoulder. “Let me dance with my little sister. This could be my last chance to make her blush.” He laughed loudly, as unaffected as he usually was by any serious atmosphere.

It turned out there were actually lots of people I hadn’t danced with yet, and that gave me a chance to truly compose and resolve myself. When Edward claimed me again, I found that the Jacob-drawer was shut nice and tight. As he wrapped his arms around me, I was able to unearth my earlier sense of joy, my certainty that everything in my life was in the right place tonight. I smiled and laid my head against his chest. His arms tightened.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3-cN9Bhxls

The film solves the problem by having the encounter take place completely apart from the dance floor. Instead of Edward simply twirling her into a dark corner of the reception, they go all the way to the other side of the property.

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“I could get used to this,” I said.

“Don’t tell me you’ve gotten over your dancing issues?”

“Dancing isn’t so bad—with you. But I was thinking more of this,”—and I pressed myself to him even tighter—“of never having to let you go.”

“Never,” he promised, and he leaned down to kiss me.

It was a serious kind of kiss—intense, slow but building.…

I’d pretty much forgotten where I was when I heard Alice call, “Bella! It’s time!”

I felt a brief flicker of irritation with my new sister for the interruption.

Edward ignored her; his lips were hard against mine, more urgent than before. My heart broke into a sprint and my palms were slick against his marble neck.

“Do you want to miss your plane?” Alice demanded, right next to me now. “I’m sure you’ll have a lovely honeymoon camped out in the airport waiting for another flight.”

Knowing Edward's driving, Alice probably timed it so he has 30 minutes to drive to Seattle-Tacoma.

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Edward turned his face slightly to murmur, “Go away, Alice,” and then pressed his lips to mine again.

“Bella, do you want to wear that dress on the airplane?” she demanded.

I wasn’t really paying much attention. At the moment, I simply didn’t care.

Alice growled quietly. “I’ll tell her where you’re taking her, Edward. So help me, I will.”

He froze. Then he lifted his face from mine and glared at his favorite sister.

“You’re awfully small to be so hugely irritating.”

“I didn’t pick out the perfect going-away dress to have it wasted,” she snapped back, taking my hand. “Come with me, Bella.”

Alice is weird.

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I tugged against her hold, stretching up on my toes to kiss him one more time. She jerked my arm impatiently, hauling me away from him. There were a few chuckles from the watching guests. I gave up then and let her lead me into the empty house.

She looked annoyed.

“Sorry, Alice,” I apologized.

“I don’t blame you, Bella.” She sighed. “You don’t seem to be able to help yourself.”

I giggled at her martyred expression, and she scowled.

“Thank you, Alice. It was the most beautiful wedding anyone ever had,” I told her earnestly. “Everything was exactly right. You’re the best, smartest, most talented sister in the whole world.”

"Marrying into this Mormon vampire family is the best idea!"

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That thawed her out; she smiled a huge smile. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Renée and Esme were waiting upstairs. The three of them quickly had me out of my dress and into Alice’s deep blue going-away ensemble. I was grateful when someone pulled the pins out of my hair and let it fall loose down my back, wavy from the braids, saving me from a hairpin headache later. My mother’s tears streamed without a break the entire time.

“I’ll call you when I know where I’m going,” I promised as I hugged her goodbye. I knew the honeymoon secret was probably driving her crazy; my mother hated secrets, unless she was in on them.

“I’ll tell you as soon as she’s safely away,” Alice outdid me, smirking at my wounded expression. How unfair, for me to be the last to know.

“You have to visit me and Phil very, very soon. It’s your turn to go south—see the sun for once,” Renée said.

“It didn’t rain today,” I reminded her, avoiding her request.

“A miracle.”

Mike tries to tell everyone that actually Forks doesn't get more rain than average and is normally pretty pleasant, resulting in Emmett and Jasper brutally beating him to a pulp on the dance floor as the guests cheer.

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“Everything’s ready,” Alice said. “Your suitcases are in the car—Jasper’s bringing it around.” She pulled me back toward the stairs with Renée following, still halfway embracing me.

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered as we descended. “I’m so glad you have Phil. Take care of each other.”

“I love you, too, Bella, honey.”

“Goodbye, Mom. I love you,” I said again, my throat thick.

Edward was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I took his outstretched hand but leaned away, scanning the little crowd that was waiting to see us off.

“Dad?” I asked, my eyes searching.

“Over here,” Edward murmured. He pulled me through the guests; they made a pathway for us. We found Charlie leaning awkwardly against the wall behind everyone else, looking a little like he was hiding. The red rims around his eyes explained why.

“Oh, Dad!” I hugged him around the waist, tears streaming again—I was crying so much tonight. He patted my back.

“There, now. You don’t want to miss your plane.”

It was hard to talk about love with Charlie—we were so much alike, always reverting to trivial things to avoid embarrassing emotional displays. But this was no time for being self-conscious.

“I love you forever, Dad,” I told him. “Don’t forget that.”

“You, too, Bells. Always have, always will.”

Charlie doesn't deserve any of this.

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I kissed his cheek at the same time that he kissed mine.

“Call me,” he said.

“Soon,” I promised, knowing this was all I could promise. Just a phone call. My father and my mother could not be allowed to see me again; I would be too different, and much, much too dangerous.

“Go on, then,” he said gruffly. “Don’t want to be late.”

The guests made another aisle for us. Edward pulled me close to his side as we made our escape.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“I am,” I said, and I knew that it was true.

Alice comes out to remind them to pack the post-sex surgical kit.

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Everyone applauded when Edward kissed me on the doorstep. Then he rushed me to the car as the rice storm began. Most of it went wide, but someone, probably Emmett, threw with uncanny precision, and I caught a lot of the ricochets off Edward’s back.

Emmett just full-force hurling rice as hard as he can.

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The car was decorated with more flowers that trailed in streamers along its length, and long gossamer ribbons that were tied to a dozen shoes—designer shoes that looked brand-new—dangling behind the bumper.

Alice! That's just wasteful!

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Edward shielded me from the rice while I climbed in, and then he was in and we were speeding away as I waved out the window and called “I love you” to the porch, where my families waved back.

The last image I registered was one of my parents. Phil had both arms wrapped tenderly around Renée. She had one arm tight around his waist but had her free hand reached out to hold Charlie’s. So many different kinds of love, harmonious in this one moment. It seemed a very hopeful picture to me.

Edward squeezed my hand. “I love you,” he said.

I leaned my head against his arm. “That’s why we’re here,” I quoted him.

He kissed my hair.

As we turned onto the black highway and Edward really hit the accelerator, I heard a noise over the purr of the engine, coming from the forest behind us. If I could hear it, then he certainly could. But he said nothing as the sound slowly faded in the distance. I said nothing, either.

The piercing, heartbroken howling grew fainter and then disappeared entirely.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

Thousands of dollars of shoes on the back bumper. I wonder if they’re Alice‘s, who’s said to wear things once and has a massive closet full of clothes. So new money you could heave.

hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous
Jacob's reaction really comes out of nowhere. I think Meyer meant for it to be some sort of dramatic irony, since he ends up imprinting on Bella and Edward's kid :barf: , but it comes out of nowhere. Rough sex is by far the least dangerous thing Bella has done in the entire series.

(Spoilered in case anyone is blessedly unaware of how the love triangle resolves itself)

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chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

hyperhazard posted:

Jacob's reaction really comes out of nowhere. I think Meyer meant for it to be some sort of dramatic irony, since he ends up imprinting on Bella and Edward's kid :barf: , but it comes out of nowhere. Rough sex is by far the least dangerous thing Bella has done in the entire series.

(Spoilered in case anyone is blessedly unaware of how the love triangle resolves itself)

In this case, the problem is less "rough sex" and more "Bella needs to rely on her husband, who is strong enough to lift a car and whose penis is literally a rock-hard shaft, will maintain perfect control while losing his virginity to the human he has an extreme desire for and not accidentally pulverize her lower body with one thrust."

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