Saturday, October 29, 2016


pic and description taken from Goodreads


Celebrate the tenth anniversary of Twilight! This special double-feature book includes the classic novel, Twilight, and a bold and surprising reimagining, Life and Death, by Stephenie Meyer.
Packaged as an oversize, jacketed hardcover “flip book,” this edition features nearly 400 pages of new content as well as exquisite new back cover art. Readers will relish experiencing the deeply romantic and extraordinarily suspenseful love story of Bella and Edward through fresh eyes.
Let me start by saying that Twilight has and will always be one of my all time favorite book series.  My daughter and all my nieces (that enjoy reading) have read this book and loved it so much so I knew going into it, I would love it.    This did not happen.  I didn't love it, but it's okay.
This book messed with my head something fierce.  I kept wanting to change the characters back to their original gender.  I didn't love that Beau was constantly being "rescued" by Edyth (aka Edward).  It just seemed so funny to me.  Beau is the biggest pansy on the earth, but when it was a girl it was alright.  I know that's a total double standard, but it is what it is.
I loved that the book followed the story until the end.  The end made up for the rest of the book.  I really enjoyed the ending of this book.  I almost wish it was how Twilight ended.  ALMOST.  
I only wish I could say I loved the whole book.  I liked it because I LOVE Stephenie Meyer.  I love her writing.  I love her 'original' Twilight series!  AND I loved the ending.  
Maybe this book won't mess with other peoples heads like it did me.  I just couldn't handle Bella as a man.  It didn't work for me.
Source:  I borrowed this book from a family member.  I was not compensated in any way for my review.  These are my own PERSONAL thoughts on the book.
Content:  Clean!




(who is by far one of my all time favorites)

Stephenie Meyer
pic and bio taken from Goodreads

I was born in Connecticut in 1973, during a brief blip in my family's otherwise western U.S. existence. We were settled in Phoenix by the time I was four, and I think of myself as a native. The unusual spelling of my name was a gift from my father, Stephen (+ ie = me). Though I have had my name spelled wrong on pretty much everything my entire life long, I must admit that it makes it easier to google myself now.
I filled the "Jan Brady" spot in my family-the second of three girls. Unlike the Brady's, none of my three brothers are steps, and all of them are younger than all the girls. I went to high school in Scottsdale, Arizona, the kind of place where every fall a few girls would come back to school with new noses and there were Porsches in the student lot (for the record, I have my original nose, and never had a car until after I was in my twenties). I was awarded a National Merit Scholarship, and I used it to pay my way to Brigham Young University, in Provo, Utah. I majored in English, but concentrated on literature rather than creative writing, mostly because I didn't consider reading books "work" (as long as I was going to be doing something anyway, I might as well get course credit for it, right?).
I met my husband, Pancho (his real name is Christiaan), when I was four, but we were never anywhere close to being childhood sweethearts. In fact, though we saw each other at least weekly through church activities, I can't recall a single instance when we so much as greeted each other with a friendly wave, let alone exchanged actual words. This may have been for the best, because when we did eventually get around to exchanging words, sixteen years after our first meeting, it only took nine months from the first "hello" to the wedding. Of course, we were able to skip over a lot of the getting to know you parts (many of our conversations would go something like this: "This one time, when I was ten, I broke my hand at a party when-" "Yeah, I know what happened. I was there, remember?") We've been married for ten and a half years now, and have three beautiful, brilliant, wonderful boys who often remind me chimpanzees on crack. I can't write without music, and my biggest muse is, ironically enough, the band Muse. My other favorite sources of inspiration are Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Coldplay, The All American Rejects, Travis, The Strokes, Brand New, U2, Kasabian, Jimmy Eat World, and Weezer, to mention a few.