Midnight Sun is my favourite book of the series, even if it isn’t finished and published. It consumed me as a reader and inspired me to write my own EPOV – The Meadow – because I was gutted that Stephenie Meyer hadn’t got that far in her draft.
I find it beautiful to watch the jaded, cynical Edward come alive and dare to dream. A simple girl brings with her a silent mind and selfless nature and a hope that he had never before experienced.
When reading the books in the saga I find myself always thinking: ‘What is Edward thinking now?’ just like he does with Bella. It’s the character of Edward that keeps me here in this Twilight world.
Here is one of my favourite passages in Midnight Sun, the moment that Edward truly opens his heart and admits a love that he never thought he would feel:
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I owed it to her to do the right thing now; I could no longer pretend that I was only in danger of loving this girl.
After all, it really didn’t matter if I left, because Bella could never see me the way I wished she would. Never see me as someone worthy of love.
Never.
Could a dead frozen heart break? I felt like mine would.
“Edward,” Bella said.
I froze, staring at her unopened eyes. Had she woken, caught me here? She looked asleep, yet her voice had been so clear…
She sighed a quiet sigh, and then moved restlessly again, rolling to her side – still fast asleep and dreaming.
“Edward,” she mumbled softly.
She was dreaming of me.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? I felt like mine was about to.
“Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.”
I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough the hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.
When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.
*happy sigh*
If you’d like to see my attempt at Edward’s version of the meadow scene you can find it here:
But if you go to the Twilighted page you can see ange de l’aube’s stunning banner that she made for me:
Sorry for the self pimp, but it seemed to make sense with this post.
Rhian
xx
