Ours to LoveA Wicked Lovers novel featuring billionaire brothers
La serie Crepúsculo, de Stephenie Meyer, narra el romance prohibido entre una joven y su novio vampiro y ha convertido a la escritora, natural de Phoenix, Arizona, en un fenómeno literario y de popularidad comparable al de la creadora de Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling. Meyer afirma que la idea para su novela Crepúsculo le vino en un sueño. Y, aunque no había escrito mucho hasta ese momento, la obra estuvo lista tres meses después. El resto es ya historia. Las tres primeras novelas de la serie —Crepúsculo, Luna nueva y Eclipse— se mantuvieron de conjunto durante 140 semanas en la lista de éxitos de venta del New York Times, vendieron más de 5 millones de ejemplares e incluso desplazaron del primer lugar al último libro de la serie de Potter. Amanecer salió en agosto de 2008, seguida por The Host, la primera novela de Meyer que no trata de vampiros (aunque la habitan extraterrestres parásitos).
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New Moon Excerpt
I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure I was dreaming.
The reasons I was so certain were that, Þrst, I was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight-the kind of blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in Forks, Washington-and second, I was looking at my Grandma Marie. Gran had been dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence toward the dream theory.
Gran hadn't changed much; her face looked just the same as I remembered it. The skin was soft and withered, bent into a thousand tiny creases that clung gently to the bone underneath. Like a dried apricot, but with a puff of thick white hair standing out in a cloud around it.
Our mouths-hers a wizened pucker-spread into the same surprised half-smile at just the same time. Apparently, she hadn't been expecting to see me, either.
I was about to ask her a question; I had so many- What was she doing here in my dream? What had she been up to in the past six years? Was Pop okay, and had they found each other, wherever they were?-but she opened her mouth when I did, so I stopped to let her go Þrst. She paused, too, and then we both smiled at the little awkwardness.
It wasn't Gran who called my name, and we both turned to see the addition to our small reunion. I didn't have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere-know, and respond to, whether I was awake or asleep...or even dead, I'd bet. The voice I'd walk through Þre for-or, less dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for.
Even though I was always thrilled to see him-conscious or otherwise-and even though I was almost positive that I was dreaming, I panicked as Edward walked toward us through the glaring sunlight.
I panicked because Gran didn't know that I was in love with a vampire-nobody knew that-so how was I supposed to explain the fact that the brilliant sunbeams were shattering off his skin into a thousand rainbow shards like he was made of crystal or diamond?
Well, Gran, you might have noticed that my boyfriend glitters. It's just something he does in the sun. Don't worry about it. . . .
What was he doing? The whole reason he lived in Forks, the rainiest place in the world, was so that he could be outside in the daytime without exposing his family's secret. Yet here he was, strolling gracefully toward me- with the most beautiful smile on his angel's face-as if I were the only one here.
In that second, I wished that I was not the one exception to his mysterious talent; I usually felt grateful that I was the only person whose thoughts he couldn't hear just as clearly as if they were spoken aloud. But now I wished he could hear me, too, so that he could hear the warning I was screaming in my head.
I shot a panicked glance back at Gran, and saw that it was too late.
Text copyright (c) 2006 by Stephenie Meyer Reprinted by permission of Little, Brown and Company, New York, NY. All rights reserved.
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