You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.

Edward can do everything, right?" I explained.
Jasper snickered and Esme gave Edward a reproving look.
"I hope you haven't been showing off-it's rude," she scolded.
"Just a bit," he laughed freely.
"He's been too modest actually," I corrected.
"Well, play for her," Esme encouraged.
"You just said showing off was rude," he objected.
"There are exceptions to every rule," she replied.

What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.

our family is strong. our only fear is losing you. It's been almost a century that Edward's been alone. Now he's found you. You can't see the changes that we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you?

Of course, the downside of attending a fictional school is that our lacrosse team sucks.

When I was 8, I was reading 'Gone with the Wind' and 'Pride and Prejudice' and all that, not knowing it wasn't my reading level.