T.02.00 Preface

In Which we get more foreshadowing

Maybe this one means something. Unlike the last one. Which you'd assume, it being a preface and all. This time we get Bella rushing across a courtyard to protect someone, (Edward, one assumes) and it being dream-like and her being far too late to stop something-something horrible.

So after a glass of Scotch and some therapy I'm now holding the second book of the Saga: New Moon. Yes, blue haired lady at the library, I'm reading Twilight. Yes, that makes me perverse, but not for the reasons you're imagining. It seems I'm a literary masochist and my lash of choice is this series.

To recap, given the large expanse of white input-field leftover now that I've given you the whole of the prelude to TS:NM, Bella and Edward are addicted to each others' company for magically applied reasons that are never satisfactorily explained. Edward is consumed by a need to consume Bella, mostly due to her tasty, tasty scent. Bella is overwhelmed by the statuesque physique of Edward in the sense that he is literally stone-like in every physical category. They like to play chicken with Edward's blood-lust in some sick murder-suicide dance The one time this actually became a risk absolutely no blood-lust was to be had. They call this love. I'd call it something else, but I've yet to find the true name for this condition. They like to moan and whinge about how much they want to be together eternally but can't. I like to moan and complain about the content of these books. I call Edward and his ilk wahmpires because of all the wah-wahing he does. There are also werewolves, but we've yet to see any. Maybe that's what the moon refers to, although traditionally werewolves were full-moon, not new-moon. Not that Meyer has much truck with traditional monster mythos. Oh, and on that note, I have a cargo-ship full of bile and rage sitting in dock if Jacob turns out to have been a werewolf all along.

Got all that? No? Then go read the long of it in the full chapter-by-chapter recap.

I've also given my objective senses a good, long, meditative cleansing by screaming at the top of my lungs at the moon and reading a few choice short stories. I think I'm ok. I think.

New Moon has a prologue, 24 chapters and an epilogue. Hang on tight!