Twilight

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn't know how potent that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even
my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on
exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the
rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

he questioned me relentlessly about every insignificant detail of my existence. Movies I’d liked and hated, the few places I’d been and the many places I wanted to go, and books—endlessly books.

“Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?”

I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

How old are you?”
“Seventeen,” he answered promptly.
“And how long have you been seventeen?”

Enough commentary on my driving,”

“Just one exception,”

But he didn’t see it. He was watching me.

shabbiest volume being a compilation of the works of Jane Austen.