MissTwisties wrote:I have read the 12 chapters...sooo good. But now I understand why she didn't want her fans to read the unfinished book. There is parts that are wrong, do not coincide with Twilight book and Bella being the narrator. Such parts as when he tells her what he is...that was in the woods behind the school, or when they touch hands in the car and quickly pull them away because she noticed his hand was so cold...etc. there is many "errors" like this.
Have you actually
read the book, or did you just see the movie? I assume you have read it, since you are reading MS..... but the things you are talking about were liberties taken in the film. In
Twilight things happen pretty much exactly as they do in MS. I have a pretty good feeling that SM just took her manuscript for Twilight and just wrote Edward's POV in, using Bella's descriptions as a guideline and leaving the dialogue.
I am absolutely in LOVE with MS. I don't even know how many times I've read it! Didn't think it would be possible to love Edward more.... and then I read MS. I know Stephenie wants people to stop talking about it...... but I can't help but wish she would finish it!!!! Sorry, Stephenie. I'm obsessed with it.
My favorite parts:
All the same, I frequently amused myself by imagining
backhanding him across the room and into the far wall… It probably wouldn’t injure him
fatally…
(about Mike. Page 93)
“Why won’t you leave me alone?”
Believe me, I wanted to say. I’ve tried.
Oh, and also, I’m wretchedly in love with you.
(page 112)
“I’ll see you later then,” I said, trying for casual again, staring down at the
whirling lid. And, by the way, I adore you…in frightening, dangerous ways.
(page 125)
For one moment, the hag-faced fate I’d imagined, the one who sought Bella’s
destruction, was replaced by the most foolish and reckless of angels. A guardian angel—
something Carlisle’s version of me might have had. With a heedless smile on her lips,
her sky-colored eyes full of mischief, the angel formed Bella in such a fashion that there
was no way that I could possibly overlook her. A ridiculously potent scent to demand my
attention, a silent mind to enflame my curiosity, a quiet beauty to hold my eyes, a selfless
soul to earn my awe. Leave out the natural sense of self-preservation—so that Bella
could bear to be near me—and, finally, add a wide streak of appallingly bad luck.
With a careless laugh, the irresponsible angel propelled her fragile creation
directly into my path, trusting blithely in my flawed morality to keep Bella alive.
In this vision, I was not Bella’s sentence; she was my reward.
(page 215)
I read her eyes; though her mind was silent, I could perceive both trust and
wonder there. I realized in that moment that I wanted to answer her questions. Not
because I owed it to her. Not because I wanted her to trust me.
I wanted her to know me.
(page 189)
The long sweater was too big for her, unflattering. It masked her slender figure,
turning all her delicate curves and soft lines into a shapeless jumble. I appreciated this
almost as much as I wished that she had worn something more like the soft blue blouse
she’d worn last night…the fabric had clung to her skin in such an appealing way, cut low
enough to reveal the mesmerizing way her collar bones curled away from the hollow
beneath her throat. The blue had flowed like water along the subtle shape of her body…
It was better—essential—that I kept my thoughts far, far away from that shape, so
I was grateful to the unbecoming sweater she wore. I couldn’t afford to make mistakes,
and it would be a monumental mistake to dwell on the strange hungers that thoughts of
her lips…her skin…her body…were shaking loose inside of me. Hungers that had
evaded me for a hundred years. But I could not allow myself to think of touching her,
because that was impossible.
I would break her.
(219-220)
A wayward strand of her hair, slightly damp from the fog, draped across her
shoulder and curled around where her collar bone was hidden by the ridiculous sweater.
It drew my eyes…pulled them across the other hidden lines…
(page 225) It's just so fulfilling to finally read how attracted to her he really is! What a good boy he is. So controlled!
I did not pull my chair away from hers today, to give myself space to breathe.
Instead, I sat close beside her like any normal human would. Closer than we sat inside
my car, close enough that the left side of my body felt submerged in the heat from her
skin.
It was a strange experience, both enjoyable and nerve-racking, but I preferred this
to sitting across the table from her. It was more than I was used to, and yet I quickly
realized that it was not enough. I was not satisfied. Being this close to her only made me
want to be closer still. The pull was stronger the closer I got.
I had accused her of being a magnet for danger. Right now, it felt like that was
the literal truth. I was danger, and, with every inch I allowed myself nearer to her, her
attraction grew in force.
And then Mr. Banner turned the lights out.
It was odd how much of a difference this made, considering that the lack of light
meant little to my eyes. I could still see just as perfectly as before. Every detail of the
room was clear.
So why the sudden shock of electricity in the air, in this dark that was not dark to
me? Was it because I knew that I was the only one who could see clearly? That both
Bella and I were invisible to the others? Like we were alone, just the two of us, hidden in
the dark room, sitting so close beside one another…
My hand moved toward her without my permission. Just to touch her hand, to
hold it in the darkness. Would that be such a horrific mistake? If my skin bothered her,
she only had to pull away…
I yanked my hand back, folded my arms tightly across my chest and clenched my
hands closed. No mistakes. I’d promised myself that I would make no mistakes, no
matter how minimal they seemed. If I held her hand, I would only want more—another
insignificant touch, another move closer to her. I could feel that. A new kind of desire
was growing in me, working to override my self-control.
No mistakes.
Bella folded her arms securely across her own chest, and her hands balled up into
fists, just like mine.
What are you thinking? I was dying to whisper the words to her, but the room
was too quiet to get away with even a whispered conversation.
The movie began, lightening the darkness just a bit. Bella glanced up at me. She
noted the rigid way I held my body—just like hers—and smiled. Her lips parted slightly,
and her eyes seemed full of warm invitations.
Or perhaps I was seeing what I wanted to see.
I smiled back; her breathing caught with a low gasp and she looked quickly away.
That made it worse. I didn’t know her thoughts, but I was suddenly positive that I
had been right before, and that she wanted me to touch her. She felt this dangerous desire
just as I did.
Between her body and mine, the electricity hummed.
(page 250) It's especially good because we know the Bella was feeling EXACTLY the same!!!!! So good!!
Okay.... there are many more. Like when Alice says, "I love her, too, Edward!" And Edward freaks out... much like he does after his family "votes" in
New Moon. I have many more favorite parts, but I will stop now before I copy and paste the entire manuscript!! Midnight sun may be the best thing I've ever read.
Edit: So, I'm reading it again, and I just found another line that made me utterly giddy. Right after he saves her from Tyler's van:
She struggled to sit up, but I was not ready to release her. It felt
somehow…safer? Better, at least, having her tucked into my side.
(page 60)
And then two lines I forgot to include last time:
...
and I knew that the girl—I should stop thinking of her
that way, as if she were the only girl in the world—that Bella...
(page 32)
Except that the girl—the only girl in the world—was clinging to her seat with
both hands, staring at me, her eyes still wide and utterly trusting.
(Page 173)
How can anyone not love Edward Cullen?