Bryce Dallas Howard

Recently, I read an Artikel on here written Von a true Twilight fan, where she expressed her anger with the fan-community of this beloved series.
After Lesen - a long with Lesen some other Artikel too - I began to think about what it means to be a true Twilight fan, a Twilighter if Du will.

In my opinion a true Fan of anything appreciates every element of whatever that person is a Fan of - in this case Twilight.
A true Twilighter looks at this series and doesn't see just a Liebe story between a vampire and a human, but they see the struggle between good and evil. They see a story with dynamic...

1. Tell him that Bella really is dead.
2. Lock him in a room with Jacob.
3. Beat Edward at chess
4. Tell him that Bella ran off with Jacob.
5. Replace all his CD's with techno music.
6. Tell him that he's sparkly.
7. Do not serenade him.
8. Push him in the sunlight.
9. Kill an animal in front of him
10. Tell Edward that there are thousands of posers on Myspace pretending to be him.
11. Tell him that he smells good.
12. Ask him to eat something.
13. Ask him if he got contacts.
14. Beg him to do your homework for him.
15. Ask him to bite you.
16. Ask him if Du "dazzle him."
17. Tell him that Du Liebe him.
18....

I got this from Stephenie Meyer's website...I didnt write this myself!
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**A note: I don't pull any punches here, so if Du haven't read New Moon and Du don't want to be spoiled, don't read this.**

Writing a sequel is a very different experience than Schreiben a story. It was for me, at least.

If you've read the link, then Du know that I didn't set out to write a novel oder begin a career as an author. I was just Schreiben down a story for my personal enjoyment, letting it grow as it would and lead where...

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 2 - OPEN BOOK


The Weiter Tag was better... and worse.
It was better because it wasn't raining yet, though the clouds were dense and opaque. It was easier because I knew what to expect of my day. Mike came to sit Von me in English, and walked me to my Weiter class, with Chess Club Eric glaring at him all the while; that was flattering. People didn't look at me quite as much as they had yesterday. I sat with a big group at lunch that included Mike, Eric, Jessica, and several other people whose names and faces I now remembered. I began to feel like I was treading...