"My ears were flooded with the freezing water, but his voice was clear then ever. I ignored his words and concentrated on the sound of his voice. Why would i fight when i was so happy where i was? Even as my lungs burned for more air and my legs cramped in the icy cold, i was content. I'd forgotten what real happiness felt like.

Happiness. It made the wjole dying thing pretty bearable."

Этот монолог Беллы, взятый из второй книги сумеречной саги Новолуние,продуманный и пережитый в толще океанской воды, проникает в самую глубь сердца. Он не кажется наивным или надуманным. Если честно, я даже знаю его наизусть. Есть ли у вас любимые отрывки?