Started: 3 Dec 2013
Finished: 6 Dec 2013
I know, I know. I shouldn’t have. But I felt oddly compelled when I found it in the library. Like I needed to find out what all the fuss was about. And surprisingly I rather enjoyed it. It was difficult to put down and I’m intrigued enough to check out the rest of the series. Not sure about the movies though; we’ll have to see. 😉
The only frustrating thing was that while reading it I couldn’t get out of my head the way someone else had described the book to me: that it was like reading about two kids not having sex. :-p
Anyways: on to the bits from the book that I enjoyed, made me think, and (in one case) frustrated me.
Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both. — Rev. Montague Summers
What is that word ‘dight’? Oh well apparently it’s an archaic word for clothed or equipped. Thanks Google!
“I ate breakfast cheerily, watching the dust moats stirring in the sunlight that streamed in the back window”.
I’m sorry, dust moats? That can’t be what she meant to type. [searches the internet] Oh good, I’m not the first to rant about this. Although this one is fairly hilarious. 🙂
I was human enough to have to ask. “Why?”
“Isabella.” He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. “Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me.” He looked down, ashamed again. “”The thought of you, still, white, cold . . . to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses . . . it would be unendurable.” He lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. “You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.”
Call me a hopeless romantic, but that’s a purdy fancy way of explaining how much you love someone! 😉
“Every father’s dream, that his daughter will be out of the house before the hormones kick in”.
HAH! Reminds me of Bill Engvall. “Girls should just get boobs at 21. Just Happy Birthday [POOF] There they are.”
“But you see, just because we’ve been . . . dealt a certain hand . . . it doesn’t mean that we can’t choose to rise above – to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted. To try to retain whatever essential humanity we can”.
“…and then Jasper was there – tall and leonine”.
Was pretty sure this was about lions, but had to look it up to be sure.
“I felt a sharp stab in my side. This couldn’t be Heaven could it? There was too much pain for that”.
“My eyes opened to a bright, white light. I was in an unfamiliar room, a white room. The wall beside me was covered in long vertical blinds; over my head, the glaring lights blinded me. I was propped up on a hard, uneven bed – a bed with rails. The pillows were flat and lumpy. There was an annoying beeping sound somewhere close by. I hoped that meant I was still alive. Death shouldn’t be this uncomfortable”.
“They gave you a few transfusions. I didn’t like it – it made you smell all wrong for a while”.
“Ugh.” I winced.
“What is it?” he asked anxiously – distracted, but not enough. The bleakness did not entirely leave his eyes.
“Needles,” I explained, looking away from the one in my hand. I concentrated on a warped ceiling tile and tried to breathe deeply despite the ache in my ribs.
“Afraid of a needle,” he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his head. “Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand . . .”
“There are a few flaws with that story. Like no broken windows.” “Not really,” he said. “Alice had a little bit too much fun fabricating evidence.”