"Bella?" I turned and he was leaning toward me, his pale, glorious face just inches from mine. My heart stopped beating. "Sleep well," he said. His breath blew in my face, stunning me. It was the same exquisite scent that clung to his jacket, but in a more concentrated form. I blinked, thoroughly dazed. He leaned away. Reading the first part of the "Twilight series" was nothing but a sudden, unexpected whim. I thought that not only my "teenage romance days" are behind me, but also that I am over my "vampire days". :) Besides, after reading - and loving - Anne Rice's vampire novels as a teenager, I felt that I had the right to be sceptical about this "new wave" of contemporary vampires: surely they are not half as sophisticated and interesting as Rice's ancient monsters? But instead of stubbornly holding on to my prejudiced beliefs, I decided to find out for myself by reading the famous Twilight , Stephenie Meyer...