New Moon: Boken
Dagens fråga
Vilken bok är eran favorit och varför?

(tjejerna har troligen frågat det här redan tidigare men vi kör en favorit i repris helt enkelt!)
Böckerna i Indonesien
Jag tycker personligen att det är alltid småkul att söka upp lite hur böcker ser ut i olika länder (antingen är jag udda eller kanske är någon annan och håller med här) men jag måste säga att vad gäller Indonesien förstår jag inte riktigt. :O
Visst jag förstår New Moon, Eclipse och Breaking Dawn, men vad är grejen med den blonda tjejen? Rosalie tvivlar jag på eftersom hon inte har så stor del i första boken. Att den indonesiska versionen skulle ha Bella som blond är högt osannolikt så jag vet inte, vad tror ni?
Ni glömmer väl inte att svara på dagens fråga? Imorgon kronas Mr/Miss Valentine 2010 så ännu kan ni rösta tills jag vaknar (vilket troligen är sent)
Passa även på att gå in på forumet och ställa frågor om mig och allt ni kan komma på, än så länge har det inte trillat in så många frågor och jag gör det för er så är ni nyfikna svarar jag på allt!
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Outtake från Twilightböckerna – kapitel som inte kom med
Hittade detta kapitel på Twilight lexicon, och bifogar även andra outtakes från de 2 första böckerna längre ner i inlägget:
From what I can gather, in the original Twilight manuscript, Bella, Edward, and Alice stayed behind in Phoenix while she healed and then drove home passing through Las Vegas on the way. This scene takes place in an unnamed Las Vegas casino. Bella still has a cast on her leg.
ENJOY!!
The next morning, we went to the casino. Natural light never came close to touching the gaming floor, so it was very easy. Edward told me it was generally expected for them to go lose some money in the hotel—a suite like ours was reserved for that special class of visitor known as high rollers.
As they walked—and I rolled in my wheelchair—through the acres of elegantly decorated casino floor, three times Alice paused at a particular slot machine and slid a card through the scanner. Each time she did this, sirens would blare, lights would revolve, and an electronic simulation of coins dropping indicated that her prize had been credited to her room. She tried to get me to do it once, but I skeptically shook my head.
”I thought you were supposed to lose money,” I accused her.
”Oh, I will,” she assured me. ”But not until I make them sweat a little.” Her smile was sinful.
We reached a more lavishly decorated division of the huge casino, where there were no slot machines or casually dressed tourists with plastic cups full of change. Plush chairs replaced the swiveling bar stools, and the voices were quiet, serious. But we continued still further, through a set of ornate gold doors into another room, a private room, more opulent yet. Finally I understood why Alice had insisted on the raw silk, emerald green wrap around dress she’d tied on me today, why she was wearing a long, white satin sarong—with a short lace top that bared her flat, white stomach—and why Edward was overwhelming and irresistible in another light silk suit. The players in this room were all dressed with an exclusive splendor whose expense was far beyond my imagining. A few of the impeccable older men even had young women in glittering, strapless gowns standing behind their chairs, just like in the movies. I pitied the beautiful women as their eyes swept over Alice and Edward, realizing their own deficiencies as they measured the first, and the deficiencies of their partners as they ogled the second. I was the enigma, and their eyes slid away from me unsatisfied.
Alice glided off toward the long roulette tables, and I cringed as I thought of the havoc she would wreak.
”You do know how to play black jack, of course,” Edward bent forward to murmur in my ear.
”Are you kidding?” I felt the color drain from my face.
”Knowing your luck, I couldn’t lose any more thoroughly than by letting you play,” he chuckled. He wheeled me toward a table with three empty chairs. The two immaculately dressed, exceptionally dignified Asian men glanced up in disbelief as Edward lifted me gently into one of the empty velvet chairs, and took the seat next to me. The delicate oriental beauty who stood at the end of the table watched with insulting incredulity as Edward caressed my hair possessively.
”Only use one hand,” he breathed almost silently in my ear. ”And keep your cards over the table.”
Edward spoke a quiet word to the dealer, and two impressive stacks of dark blue chips appeared on the table in front of us. They had no numbers—and I didn’t want to know anyway. Edward pushed a small stack of his forward, and a larger stack of mine. I glared at Edward in embarrassed panic, but he just smiled impishly as the dealer dealt the cards swiftly around. I picked up my cards carefully with one hand, holding them rigidly above the table. I had two nines. Edward held his cards loosely; I could see he had a five and a seven. I glanced guardedly at the two gentlemen next to me, intent but terrified, watching carefully to see what the protocol was for a high rolling black jack table. To my relief, it seemed easy enough. The first swept the top of his cards briefly against the felt, and received a card, the second slipped the corner of his cards under his bet, leaving them on the table, and didn’t. I quickly put my cards down, shoving them awkwardly under my chips—cheeks flaming—when the dealer looked at me. Belatedly I noticed that the dealer had a queen. Edward brushed the table lightly, and the dealer threw a nine face up on the table in front of him. I glared at him, as the men beside me murmured appreciatively.
The dealer had a jack, and I lost, as did both Asian gentlemen. He smoothly relieved us of our chips. I heard a subdued commotion coming from the direction of the roulette table, but I was afraid to look. Edward pushed another stack of my chips onto the table, and it began again.
When my chips were gone, Edward passed me half of his, unable to contain his amused smile. He was doing well, winning three times as often as the other men at the table. But, with the size of my bets controlled by him, I was losing chips faster than he could rake them in. I had yet to win a hand. It was humiliating—but at least I was sure to never become a gambling addict.
Finally, I lost our last stack of chips. The Asian gentlemen, and their female escort, watched Edward with impressed curiosity as he could no longer contain his mirth, chuckling quietly, but with deep amusement, while he returned me to the wheel chair. I blushed and kept my eyes on the thick carpet as he pushed me away, still laughing.
”I’m the worst gambler in history,” I muttered apologetically.
”Actually, you’re not. That’s what so funny.” He laughed again. ”You didn’t do one thing wrong, aside from playing a little conservatively. The odds that you would lose every hand…” He shook his head, grinning.
We got to the roulette table just in time to watch Alice lose her spectacular pile of multihued chips in one disastrous spin of the wheel. The many hopeful players who had bet with her on seventeen black looked murderously disappointed. She laughed, a trilling, carefree sound, and joined us.
”Did we lose enough?” I whispered as we exited the gold doors.
”I think the house is satisfied. You’re probably their favorite client today,” he snickered.
”Please promise me one thing.”
”Anything you want.”
”Never, ever tell me how much money I lost today, please.”
We were in the noisy casino by this time, and his laugh was unrestrained.
Här är fler delar av Twilightboken, som aldrig kom med, blev bortvalda av förlaget, eftersom de av någon anledning inte passade.
Stephenie förklarar:
Sometimes, in the editing process, sacrifices must be made. Some parts are cut because they slow down the action, others are cut simply to condense length, others are cut to simplify the plot. And, whatever the reason behind the removal, some cuts are more painful than others. This page is dedicated to the cuts that I miss the most.
Remember, these are taken straight from the rough draft. They are embarrassingly unpolished, and there might be things that are a little confusing. (For example, Rosalie wasn’t always as antagonistic as she is now—her character evolved and defined itself in the editing process.) Anyway, don’t expect too much, and enjoy!
New Moon Outtakes:
(includes the original epilogue)
Det är Väldigt intressant att läsa sådana outtakes, eftersom boken blir ännu djupare!!
Och finns det något bättre än att förlora sig i en bra bok?
Bilder på Wolfpack!
Var precis inne hos twilightsweden där jag hittade dessa bilder på the wolfpack.





Bildkälla:fotogramas
Snälla, kan det bli november tack!
Nya Promobilder Från New Moon!
Nya promobilder från New Moon har nu kommit, ni har nog sett dessa tidigare, fast det är inte samma bakgrund på dessa. Om du klickar på bilden så kommer du till galleriet där det finns mer bilder, alla i större format!
Japanska New Moon postern!
Var inne på newmoonmovie och såg den Japanska New Moon postern. Visst är den snygg!

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