Recently, I read an article on here written by a true Twilight fan, where she expressed her anger with the fan-community of this beloved series.
After reading - a long with reading some other articles too - I began to think about what it means to be a true Twilight fan, a Twilighter if you will.

In my opinion a true fan of anything appreciates every element of whatever that person is a fan of - in this case Twilight.
A true Twilighter looks at this series and doesn't see just a love story between a vampire and a human, but they see the struggle between good and evil. They see a story with dynamic...

1. Tell him that Bella really is dead.
2. Lock him in a room with Jacob.
3. Beat Edward at chess
4. Tell him that Bella ran off with Jacob.
5. Replace all his CD's with techno music.
6. Tell him that he's sparkly.
7. Do not serenade him.
8. Push him in the sunlight.
9. Kill an animal in front of him
10. Tell Edward that there are thousands of posers on Myspace pretending to be him.
11. Tell him that he smells good.
12. Ask him to eat something.
13. Ask him if he got contacts.
14. Beg him to do your homework for him.
15. Ask him to bite you.
16. Ask him if you "dazzle him."
17. Tell him that you love him.
18....

I got this from Stephenie Meyer's website...I didnt write this myself!
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**A note: I don't pull any punches here, so if you haven't read New Moon and you don't want to be spoiled, don't read this.**

Writing a sequel is a very different experience than writing a story. It was for me, at least.

If you've read the link, then you know that I didn't set out to write a novel or begin a career as an author. I was just writing down a story for my personal enjoyment, letting it grow as it would and lead where...

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 2 - OPEN BOOK


The next day was better... and worse.
It was better because it wasn't raining yet, though the clouds were dense and opaque. It was easier because I knew what to expect of my day. Mike came to sit by me in English, and walked me to my next class, with Chess Club Eric glaring at him all the while; that was flattering. People didn't look at me quite as much as they had yesterday. I sat with a big group at lunch that included Mike, Eric, Jessica, and several other people whose names and faces I now remembered. I began to feel like I was treading...