Special NLB Twilight Soiree – Discussion 4
And you accused me of dazzling people…
“Lauren said something about you – she was trying to provoke me. And an older boy from the tribe said your family didn’t come to the reservation, only it sounded like he meant something different. So I got Jacob alone and I tricked it out of him,” I admitted, hanging my head.
He startled me by laughing. I glared up at him. He was laughing, but his eyes were fierce, staring ahead.
“Tricked him how?” he asked.
“I tried to flirt – it worked better than I thought it would.” Disbelief coloured my tone as I remembered.
“I’d like to have seen that.” He chuckled darkly. “And you accused me of dazzling people – poor Jacob Black.”
I blushed and looked out my window into the night.
“What did you do then?” he asked after a minute.
“I did some research on the Internet.”
“And did that convince you?” His voice sounded barely interested. But his hands were clamped hard onto the steering wheel.
“No. Nothing fit. Most of it was kind of silly. And then…” I stopped.
“I decided it didn’t matter,” I whispered.
“It didn’t matter?” His tone made me look up – I had finally broken through his carefully composed mask. His face was incredulous, with just a hint of the anger I’d feared.
“No,” I said softly. “It doesn’t matter to me what you are.”
A hard, mocking edge entered his voice. “You don’t care if I’m a monster? If I’m not human?”
He was silent, staring straight ahead again. His face was bleak and cold.
“You’re angry,” I sighed. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No,” he said, but his tone was as hard as his face. “I’d rather know what you’re thinking – even if what you’re thinking is insane.”
“So I’m wrong again?” I challenged.
“That’s not what I was referring to. ‘It doesn’t matter’!” he quoted, gritting his teeth together.
“I’m right?” I gasped.
“Does it matter?”
I took a deep breath.
“Not really.” I paused. “But I am curious.” My voice, at least, was composed.
He was suddenly resigned. “What are you curious about?”
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen,” he answered promptly.
“And how long have you been seventeen?”
His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.
Extract from the book Twilight
By Stephenie Meyer
All Rights Reserved.
New York: Little, Brown and Co., 2005
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by Drew Hayden Taylor
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Title: The Bleeding Dusk
by Colleen Gleason
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by Robin McKinley
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If you could choose an age to remain at forever, what age would it be and why?