Eclipse

... is here.

For those of you out there planning to read the New Moon, TURN AWAY now before you read my comments.

Billy- You asked what my thoughts are on the New Moon. Hmm...

Heartbroken. I deeply felt Bella's state of comatose during those months without mention of Edward. It was a painful read. I sensed the werewolves and wanted to kick myself for not foreseeing the parallel story line from Shakespeare hidden earlier deeply within. (I'm still unsure about how I feel about that.) I felt a jolt when Edward came back to the picture; that phone call was something else! I loved that the story traveled abroad, especially at a place the six of us have been to (that is Tuscany) , it made me even more excited. However, that place where they were and who surrounded them truly frightened me. I found myself cuddling even closer to my sleeping husband when I was reading about Volterra. I had to keep reading pass that chapter and the one that followed to prevent myself from falling asleep, knowing that a nightmare would surely await me if I stop then and there. (It was very late, and yes- I'm a bit weak in that scary stuff area. I tried best not to visualize too much of what I was reading, due to my very active imagination.) It was making me too anxious; writer's mission accomplished. I wanted to end on a good note. I did at the Flight. Unlike Twilight, I've concluded that New Moon was too melancholy for me to read again. In the event that I do, I am surely to skip those two couple of frightening chapters.

And so it seem that everything came back in full circle by the end, but I sense that this is really just the beginning...

PREFACE

ALL OF OUR ATTEMPTS AT SUBTERFUGE HAD BEEN IN VAIN.

With ice in my heart, I watched him prepare to defend me. His intense concentration betrayed a hit of doubt, though he was outnumbered. I knew that we could expect no help--- at this moment, his family was fighting for their lives just as surely as he was for ours.

Would I ever learn the outcome of that other fight? Find out who the winners and the losers were? Would I live long enough for that?

The odds of that didn't look so great.

Black eyes, wild with their fierce craving for my death, watched for the moment when my protector's attention would be diverted. The moment when I would surely die.

Somewhere, far, far away in the cold forest, a wolf howled.

Eclipse

Stephenie Meyer, Author