Alice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I'd allow it, she'd love to dress me everyday―perhaps several times a day―like some oversized three-dimensional paper doll.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

I didn’t want to kill girls… even vampire girls. Though I might make an exception for that blonde.

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 helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.

Life and love go on.

Try not to trip," she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today." I groaned. That would be just like me - ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.