"Twilight" by Stephanie Meyer, Chapters 1–5

February 11, 2013
Bella Swan moves to Forks, Washington, where she meets the enigmatic Edward Cullen, a classmate with a dark secret.

Here are links to our lists for the novel: Chapters 1–5, Chapters 6–10, Chapter 11–Epilogue
It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old.
Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and I didn’t know what there was to say regardless.
I didn’t see it as an omen — just unavoidable.
My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top.
My skin could be pretty — it was very clear, almost translucent-looking — but it all depended on color.
Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself.
She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for.
He gawked at me when he saw my name — not an encouraging response — and of course I flushed tomato red.
I went through different arguments with her in my head while the teacher droned on.
I couldn’t remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes.
The last was lanky, less bulky, with un¬tidy, bronze-colored hair.
As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway.
I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer’s step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible.
They all were noticeably graceful — even the big, brawny one.
He was leaning away from me, sitting on the ex¬treme edge of his chair and averting his face like he smelled something bad.
He wasn’t nearly as slight as he’d looked next to his burly brother.
I quickly picked up the gist of the argument.
It was better because it wasn’t raining yet, though the clouds were dense and opaque.
Then he smiled at me wistfully and went to sit by a girl with braces and a bad perm.
It was ridiculous, and egotistical, to think that I could affect anyone that strongly.
I hadn’t noticed their clothes before — I’d been too mesmerized by their faces.
“Haven’t you ever seen snow fall before?” he asked incredulously.
I didn’t really want to walk to class with Mike as usual — he seemed to be a popular target for the snowball snipers — but when we went to the door, everyone besides me groaned in unison.
He smirked and pushed the microscope to me.
I glanced up, and he was staring at me, that same inexplicable look of frustration in his eyes.
Mr. Banner looked at me now; his expression was skeptical.
My voice was glum by the time I finished.
He’d seemed engrossed in our conversation, but now I could see, from the corner of my eye, that he was leaning away from me again, his hands gripping the edge of the table with unmistakable tension.
I stared straight ahead as I passed the Volvo, but from a peripheral peek, I would swear I saw him laughing.
Perhaps it was because I was a novelty here, where novelties were few and far between.
In the abrupt bedlam, I could hear more than one person shouting my name.
As we spoke, nurses began unwinding his soiled bandages, exposing a myriad of shallow slices all over his forehead and left cheek.
It wasn’t easy — it would have been more natural to ogle.
His voice held an edge of derision now.
I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face.
I was appalled.
With chagrin, I realized the probable cause — no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was.
But he didn’t broach the subject until I was in my seat and he was perched on my desk.
It was Jessica, and she was jubilant; Mike had caught her after school to accept her invitation.
I didn’t want to ask permission — it set a bad precedent — but I felt rude, so I tacked it on at the end.
He enunciated every syllable, as if he were talking to someone mentally handicapped.
His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence, his voice smoldering.
“Thank you for joining us, Miss Swan,” Mr. Mason said in a disparaging tone.
I looked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth.
“No,” I disagreed quickly, my eyes narrowing, “I can’t imagine why that would be frustrating at all — just be¬cause someone refuses to tell you what they’re thinking, even if all the while they’re making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean . . . now, why would that be frustrating?”
“Or better,” I continued, the pent-up annoyance flow¬ing freely now, “say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things — from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like a pariah the next, and he never explained any of that, either, even after he promised.
His voice was almost inaudible.
He was staring at me with an unfathomable expression.
I veered left, toward my truck.
She’s irresponsible and slightly eccentric, and she’s a very unpredictable cook.

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Sunday March 10th 2013, 2:54 PM
Comment by: Vivian S. (MI)
Not to be verbose and drone on, but this list is absolutely incredulous! I didn't realize how much I'm missing when I first read Twilight. I'm definitely going to re-read it again now that I learned all that vocabulary~
Monday April 22nd 2013, 9:07 PM
Comment by: Vic (Canada)
Is there any way to save this list as your own? I love it!

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