New Moon.

That is book two of the Twilight series, which I finished last week, or the week before. I don't know anymore, the days all mesh together. But either way, it wasn't as engaging as the first book, but the language that I loved in book one, continued.

In New Moon, we delve deeper into Bella's sadness and by the end of the book when her lost love returns to her, you really get to feel the depth of her love for him. While he was away, she struggled to hold herself together, physically. There would be several times in the text where the author has us visualize a pathetic soul, devoid of emotion with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as if trying to hold herself together with her own arms.

This is the passage that I chose to highlight from the book:

His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn't fight him. Not because he was so many thousand times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. This kiss was not quite as careful as others I remembered, which suited me just fine If I was going to rip myself further, I might as well get as much in trade as possible.

And another one because that was short:

Before you Bella, my life was like a moonless night, very dark, but there were stars--points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.

Ok, I think I should stop before I run the chance of making this sound like one of those cheesy romance novels. See, the thing is, the Twilight series is all about romance, but it's not cheesy until you pick out and emphasize the mush factor.