Lo he leído. No sé qué esperaba, pero me ha gustado.
Es un libro mucho más oscuro que los otros de la saga. Edward no es cómo lo muestra Bella en
Crepúsculo. Quizá el personaje se asemeja más al Edward de
Luna nueva.
No quiero desvelar nada por si hay lectores que estén interesados en descubrirlo por sí mismos. Sí diré que la imagen que yo tenía de toda la saga ha cambiado.
Por otro lado, Stephenie Meyer, si bien ha confirmado que tiene pensados dos libros más del mundo de
Crepúsculo, ha dicho que no tiene ánimo para seguir con el punto de vista de Edward.
El tiempo lo dirá.
Edito.
Dos fragmentos del capítulo 6 (Blood type)
[...]“I wish you wouldn’t try,” I said, all teasing gone.
“Because…?”
I owed her honesty. Still, I tried to smile, to make my words sound less threatening. “What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?”
Her eyes widened by a fraction and her lips fell slightly apart. “Oh,” she said. And then, after another second, “I see.”
She’d finally heard me.
“Do you?” I asked, working to conceal my agony.
“You’re dangerous?” she guessed. Her breathing hiked, and her heart raced.
I couldn’t answer her. Was this my last moment with her? Would she run now? Could I be allowed to tell her that I loved her before she left? Or would that frighten her more?
“But not bad,” she whispered, shaking her head, no fear evident in her clear eyes. “No, I don’t believe that you’re bad.”
“You’re wrong,” I breathed.
Of course I was bad. Wasn’t I rejoicing now, finding she thought better of me than I deserved? If I were a good person, I would have stayed away from her. [...] |
[...]She jumped to her feet. Just as I started to worry that she’d somehow heard my silent warning, she said, “We’re going to be late.”
“I’m not going to class today.”
“Why not?”
Because I don’t want to kill you. “It’s healthy to ditch class now and then.”
To be precise, it was healthier for the humans if the vampires ditched on days when human blood would be spilled. Mr. Banner was blood typing today. Alice had already ditched her morning class.
“Well, I’m going,” she said. This didn’t surprise me. She was responsible—she always did the right thing.
She was my opposite.
“I’ll see you later, then,” I said, trying for casual again, staring down at the whirling lid. Please save yourself. Please never leave me.
She hesitated, and I hoped for a moment that she would stay with me after all. But the bell rang and she hurried away.
I waited until she was gone, and then I put the lid in my pocket—a souvenir of this most consequential conversation—and walked through the rain to my car.
I put on my favorite calming CD—the same one I’d listened to that first day—but I wasn’t hearing Debussy’s notes for long. Other notes were running through my head, a fragment of a tune that pleased and intrigued me. I turned down the stereo and listened to the music in my head, playing with the fragment until it evolved into a fuller harmony. Automatically, my fingers moved in the air over imaginary piano keys.
The new composition was really coming along when my attention was caught by a wave of mental anguish. [...] |