Edward Cullen’s back and so once again we’re considering breaking up with our sub-par, despite-being-excellent, human counterparts.
This book is essentially the same plot as book 1 – The ultimate, relatable teenage classic: vampire falls in love with a human, a predator with his prey, the bad boy with the good girl, the lion with the lamb. This time, the story’s from the murderous vampire’s perspective, rather than the innocent human’s. And, in my opinion, it’s unexpectedly (and ironically) even more heartwarming than the first.
I forgot how great Stephenie Meyer is at portraying unbearable angst. You genuinely feel the pain. From page 1 she keeps that adrenaline flowing like venom. I was as exhausted as I was hooked and not just because the book’s a whopping 700 pages thick. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to relate to 17 year olds at the age of 32, but 1. Edward’s actually 104, duh! And 2. I actually found I could relate to the constant questioning of yourself, your decisions and your abilities much more at this, let’s call it ‘more seasoned’, age.
It’s pretty rare that I’m so sucked in (sorry) to a story – I chose reading over sleep on multiple occasions – And I especially didn’t expect that to be the case with a plot I was already so familiar with. But I found myself reading at a slower pace than usual because I didn’t want to miss a single heart beat (sorry, Edward).
Seeing those crucial first events from Edward’s perspective really does make you admire his constant inner battles even more and better understand his obsession. I read that Meyer almost regretted giving Edward the ability to read minds when she was writing this and I can totally see why, you get deeper insights into so many other characters by being able to hear their intimate thoughts. You can tell a lot of work has gone into this book and I think it’s her best one yet.
Favourite quote (this was hard to narrow down!) –
I turned to read her face myself, for the first time in more than a month. It was a sharp relief to allow myself this. I imagined it would feel the same to press ice to an aching burn. An abrupt cessation of pain. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine was about to.
Edward, if you ever miss humans again, call me.