Twilight: Which book to read....

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Which book to read....

So I started a book and it was moving really slow but it was good! I really liked it....until the fourth or fifth book came out in the series that I absolutely LOVE! And so I started that one...until a girl I know told me about a vampire book that was really good. So I started that one. They were all really good but I don't know which one to read. The one I'm reading right now is called Dead Until Dark, is really good but is like a 8 or 9 book series. The other two are not related at all and are only one book (either left or just plain one book). I don't know which one to start or which one to just read it and then, once I'm done with that one, which do I go to now?!?! So confusing! The story of my life. So I think I'm going to finish the series and then move onto the other ones...we will see how this works because I only have them until I think the beginning of October..and I know I can't read ten or eleven books in less than a month..we will see how this works....lol But I think I can renew them, hopefully none of them are on hold!!!

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My favorite lines (weeks 1-4)

Week1: How big a loser do you have to be to coast into high school popularity on your parents? Still, I couldn't afford to turn my nose up at any acceptance I won, no matter what the reasons were.
That day passed in a haze for me. I drifted in and out of sleep-at least, somethimse it was sleep. Sometimes it was unconsciousness. I couldn't tell the apart any longer.
That was then, this is now.
News flash: that's high school.
Week 2: The cliques had formed within a day, and I was caught exactly in the middle.
Vic stared at us. 'Wait are you guys freaking out about the whole vampire thing?
You saved my life, Lucas,' Balthazar said. 'I guess that I owe you one.'
Lucas's eyes narrowed. 'From where I'm standing, this is a really bad time, period.
Week3: During gym, I get hit in the head with a volley ball and he teacher lets me sit out of class. It's not like I was doing anything other than standing there staring at the net anyway. I prefer to think of it as multi-tasking since I was deep in thought, trying to remember some of my childhood wishes and playing volleyball, even if I wasn't actually hitting the ball with anything but my head.
'Gumballs. And a pony.' I jerk upright. 'Uh-oh.'
If she abandons me on my birthday, just about anything could be fair game, right?
I am so mad at Nicole right now. She should have arrived at least two hours ago, but there's no sign of her. I flip open my phone and send her another text, what must be the twentieth one tonight: Please tell me timmy fell down the well and you're busy rescuing him. Five minutes ago, I sent: Did the birds eat your trail of bread crumbs and now you're lost in the woods? Ten minutes before that, I sent: If you're late because Shia LeBeouf decided to join your dinner, I expect pictorial proof.
Week 4: I'd been waiting for the vampire for years when he walked into the bar.
I'm going to miss that doll
'Hel-lo,' she said. For somer reason, she always sounded put out, as if a phone call were the last thing on earth she wanted. I know for a fact that wasn't the case.
Bill took the top off the bottle with one finger and took a sip. I tried not to look, failed. Of course he saw my face, and he shook his head. "This is reality, Sookie,' he said. 'I need it to live.' There were red stains between his teeth. 'OF course.' I said, tryin to march the matter-of-fact tone of the bartender.