Twilight

hello,
Today I'm all for throwbacks, even thought it's not Thursday.

I spent the weekend working on the Portuguese version of my new book '45 days in Europe with Mr. Darcy' and there he and Lizzy are in their twenties.

Then we just watched a movie about the early twenties of (the biggest) a Brazilian rock star Renato Russo and the power his art had on all of us. I have even put Darcy and Lizzy in one of his songs... Lovely, great, poetic, fun song. The English version is read but not posted... Maybe someday...

Anf then... well, how about some vamp love?

I have a vamp story in the oven, for about two years now. Maybe someday...

The forbidden fruit, wrists, so delicate and communicating.. Ah, Edward... <3

Twilight

Stephenie Meyer

Chapter 5. 
Blood Type

page 40

"I made my way to English in a daze. I didn't even realize when I first walked in that class had already started.

"Thank you for joining us, Miss Swan," Mr. Mason said in a disparaging tone.

I flushed and hurried to my seat.

It wasn't till class ended that I realized Mike wasn't sitting in his usual seat next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt. But he and Eric both met me at the door as usual, so I figured I wasn't totally unforgiven. Mike seemed to become more himself as we walked, gaining enthusiasm as he talked about the weather report for this weekend. The rain was supposed to take a minor break, and so maybe his beach trip would be possible. I tried to sound eager, to make up for disappointing him yesterday. It was hard; rain or no rain, it would still only be in the high forties, if we were lucky.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. It was difficult to believe that I hadn't just imagined what Edward had said, and the way his eyes had looked. Maybe it was just a very convincing dream that I'd confused with reality. That seemed more probable than that I really appealed to him on any level.

So I was impatient and frightened as Jessica and I entered the cafeteria. I wanted to see his face, to see if he'd gone back to the cold, indifferent person I'd known for the last several weeks. Or if, by some miracle, I'd really heard what I thought I'd heard this morning. Jessica babbled on and on about her dance plans — Lauren and Angela had asked the other boys and they were all going together — completely unaware of my inattention.

Disappointment flooded through me as my eyes unerringly focused on his table. The other four were there, but he was absent. Had he gone home? I followed the still-babbling Jessica through the line, crushed. I'd lost my appetite — I bought nothing but a bottle of lemonade. I just wanted to go sit down and sulk.

"Edward Cullen is staring at you again," Jessica said, finally breaking through my abstraction with his name. "I wonder why he's sitting alone today."

My head snapped up. I followed her gaze to see Edward, smiling crookedly, staring at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where he usually sat. Once he'd caught my eye, he raised one hand and motioned with his index finger for me to join him. As I stared in disbelief, he winked.

"Does he mean you?" Jessica asked with insulting astonishment in her voice.

"Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework," I muttered for her benefit. "Um, I'd better go see what he wants."

I could feel her staring after me as I walked away.

When I reached his table, I stood behind the chair across from him, unsure.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" he asked, smiling."

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Is Edward Mr. Darcy?
Could Mr. Darcy be Edward?

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Keeping Mr Grey

Hi, long time since my last post in English.

I've been indulging my sweet Amigas Darcy with a Portuguese version of Darcy's and Lizzy's hot Boston weekend, right on the beggining of my story 'How William Darcy persuaded Lizzy Bennett to love again' aka 'Friendship of a special kind (FOASK)'. Anyway, that´s done and they are surfing their sexy mood while I devoted myself to another task.

For several months now I had been struggling with Fifty Shades Trilogy . When I first heard of it, I was finishing the first edit of my story, so my mind was consumed by that (awfully hard) task. Then I re-revised it a thousand times (1000x awful task), posted, commented, revised again, posted on FFnet, revised, edited, translated 5 chappys to Portuguese, revised, edited and now it´s (almost) ready for publishing. YAY, btw.

Anyhow, only two months ago I finally started reading '50 shades', after the hubburb had spread around the world. At first, I hated it. Then I found my way through it. Let me explain my several shades of Pale.

1st shade: I LOVE FANFICTION. It´s no news to anyone who read this blog's subtitle. I do. I discovered fanfiction when waiting for the next Harry Potter to be released, I guess after book 5. And I loved it from the begining. Kinky Harry and Ginny: fun. From that to JAFF. In my mourning after release of Harry Potter 7 , Amazon sent me a lovely e-mail saying that I might like a book called Twilight . Oh boy, did I like it! And that brings me to shade 2.

2nd shade: I LOVED THE TWILIGHT BOOKS . From the end of chapter one, I was Team Edward. I read all three books in a row, hooked all my friends on it, I adored it. Merely having fun with a cool little book, I was very glad to find several hints of P&P on Bella and Edward. Come on! That was cachaça meets lemon! And that brings me to shade 3.

3rd shade: I LO-LO-LOVE P&P. No news either. On the right side bar you can find several fanfiction written by me and translated to two languages. I am crazy for Mr Darcy. Imagine when I found the 'Mrs Darcy' site? Yep, I went beserk. - 'Beserk' is so Edward, right? As well as 'unconspicoulsy'. Anyway, I had so much fun surfing Darcy's fandom that I let him talk to me and now I even consider myself a -hm,hm- writer.

4th shade: TWILIGHT FANFICTION. Loved those, made friends, elected my very best fanfictions ever like 'Waiting for dawn' (IMO it´s way better than Breaking Dawn. This is my view of their story.), 'Cullenary education', and my fave AU story - 'LOST' - the one when Edward returned only years later and Bella moved on to be a business shark. Fun, fun, fun. 

All this put, I was glad when I learned the story behind '50 shades'. Really glad, a cool long NC17 fanfic published and sucessfull. YAY!!! So, as soon as I was sure I wouldn´t inadvertently copycat anything from it while editing my story, I started reading and...

5th shade: I WAS BORED. Yeah... bored to my wits.  But, hey, this is Edward and Bella! Gotta keep going. I had to cajole myself to keep trying till mid book 1.

6th shade: I DON'T MAKE LOVE. I FUCK. HARD. Mmmm... how promissing. I kept myself going, deep down fearing Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty. Frankly, just thinking of Mrs Rice's books I get a weird twist right there where Anastasia feels the tightening in-every-5-or-6-lines. Really weird. Hard to describe. I dropped the first Sleeping Beauty after 1/4 read. Too much for me, too hard core. So yes, I kind feared Grey would be the mean Prince. Well, he´s not.

7th shade: VANILLA BDSM = MOMMY PORN. I like mommy porn. Yeah. Both in flesh and written. Or movies. Who didn't enjoy '9 1/2 weeks'? But excuse me, Mr Grey, you´re not my first. Enid does kinky fuckery marvelously. Rika too. A hawt bathing each other scene, here. A kinky delicious weekend, here. A damn hot beguiling panties-wetting pervert night between two consenting adults, here. No, am not linking my own stories, though I 've been compared to Mr Grey on FFnet. Point is, Grey is too... macadamia nut brittle. He has his oh-so-damn-hot-moments, but he could have some brandy in him.

8th shade: NO COPYRIGHT TO S. MEYER? Frankly, that made me sad. It's her Edward and Bella. Am still incredulous on this shade.

9th shade: BLOOD FOR SEX: WHAT A GREAT IDEA!!! I thought it so nice! It´s exactly what it is: instead of her blood, Grey wants her sex! Excellent idea, perfect, well connected, brilliant.

10th shade: AN AMATEUR MAKING MILLIONS. How great this is! An amateur writer making millions with her hobby, people liking and commenting. Great! The other day I saw a woman, late 20´s, leave her building with her '50 shades' in hands and nose buried in it, absently waving her doorman off, walking the streets and getting in the subway. She walked 3 blocks without taking her eyes off of it! I was coming from my baby's school and when I recognized the cover (BTW, amazing covers) I slowed my pace to walk behind her. I have to say that if she tripped, I would help her. An offer a copy of my book. Who can expect a greater success than this???

11th shade: I SEE, I TAKE, I SAY. '50 shades' is all written in the first person, in the present. Cool! I liked it.

                                           f.e., my FAVE SCENE OF ALL - Fifty Shades Darker: Book Two of the Fifty Shades Trilogy - CHAP 13

' “You’re running?” he whispers as his eyes widen with fear. 
I say nothing as I try to collect my scattered thoughts. 
“You can’t,” he pleads. 
“Christian . . . I—” I struggle to collect my thoughts. /.../
“No . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts both hands on his head. 
“Christian . . .” 
“No,” he breathes, his eyes wide with panic, and suddenly he drops to his knees in front of me, head bowed, long-fingered hands spread out on his thighs. He takes a deep breath and doesn’t move. What? 
“Christian, what are you doing?” He continues to stare down, not looking at me. “Christian! What are you doing?” My voice is high-pitched. He doesn’t move. “Christian, look at me!” I command in panic. His head sweeps up without hesitation, and he regards me passively with his cool gray gaze—he’s almost serene . . . expectant. Holy Fuck . . .'

12th shade: DOES GREY NEEDS TO BE EXCUSED? I hated that. One can be mean and twisted because he likes to be. One never heard that Snow White's Stepmother had been an abused child. Or that Cinderella's mean sisters were burnt with boiling water in their craddles. People just want things and do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. Dex was an arse and we love him. So did Emma. I wish Grey were just... Grey. Plain dark chocolate with rum. Yummy! Not vanilla in disguise.

13th shade: ENCOURAGE YOUR WIFE TO READ IT. This last week, I heard from three different sources this same sentence. Husbands encouraging their wives to read '50 shades' to steam up the marriage bed. Come on! Can I curse here? Go &*%$#&*%$! If a husband can´t seduce his own wife - a woman who agreed to marry him some time ago - it´s because he can't show her a propper boner. She doesn't need to be seduced by Grey or Darcy or Cullen to be hot. Right? Do your job, you lazy husband! Read the books yourself! And buy a riding crop !

All this rambling and babbling comes to this: For me, '50 shades of Grey' is disappointing. I hoped I´d be avid for dark Grey and not hot for soft Grey, I hoped for a page turner, I hoped to be thrilled like I was when I met Edward Cullen. I hoped to be - a little -  shocked like when I tried Sleeping Beauty. I hoped for more, like Anastasia. 

So, bottom line is: 

I did enjoy Mr Grey, but I'm back to Mr D.! He´s still THE man! ;)

see ya.

Disclaimer: Images from Google, all stories cited belong to their authors, rambling and Foask are mine.

The pleasure a favorite chapter can bestow

Oi!

All ok? Here in Rio we're finally experiencing winter days. After weeks of warmish days, now the weather is arounf 16°C, rainy and windy.

That look... who wouldn´t warm up with that?

Today, I'm posting my favorite FOASK chapter on FFnet. Chapter 26 is urgent, intense, lovely. While writing, this idea of urgency - of Darcy and Lizzy having this hectic day that only the other could heal - came to my mind and the words flew freely. I loved the outcome. Did you?

It was good that Mr Darcy didn´t take Lizzy´s call. Right?

First time I posted FOASK - AKA 'How William Darcy persuaded Lizzy Bennett to love again' on AHA and AU, I had this sinister cold when chapter 26 was posted so comparing my suffering to Jane's was the best I could come up with.

Now, although my allergies are complaining about the cold weather, I'm gonna share with you my favorite books' favorite chapters.

Some treats from me, to you!

Ready? Here we go:

The mists of Avalon - Book 1 - Lady of Avalon

The moment when Lancelet breaches the mists for Gwenhwyfar, in front of Morgaine.

' "But even as she (Morgaine) moved forward, her hand extended, Lancelet stepped in front of her, picked up the young girl, and carried her to dry land, setting her down.

...

Morgaine, her heart sinking, saw that he now looked upon the stranger as he had looked on her only minutes before, with love, desire, almost worship. As he turned back to Morgaine, saying eagerly, "We can help her, can't we?" Morgaine saw herself as she must look to Lancelet and to the strange golden maiden -small, dark, with the barbarian blue sign on her forehead, her shift muddy to the knees, her arms immodestly bare and her feet filthy, her hair coming down. Little and ugly like one of the fairy folk. Morgaine of the Fairies. So they had taunted her since childhood. She felt a surge of self-hatred, of loathing for her small, dark body, her half-naked limbs, the muddy deerskin. She snatched her damp skirt off the bush and put it on, conscious suddenly of her bare limbs; she wound the filthy deerskin tunic over it. For a moment, as Lancelet looked at her, she felt that he too must think her ugly, barbarian, alien; this exquisite golden creature belonged to his own world.

He came and gently took the stranger girl's hand, with a respectful bow. "Come, we can show you the way back."
"Yes," said Morgaine dully, "I will show you the way. Follow me, and stay close, because the ground is treacherous and you could mire yourself and not get out for a long time." For a furious moment she was tempted to lead them both into the impassable mire-she could do it, she knew the way-lead them out there and leave them to drown or wander forever in the mists.
Lancelet asked, "What is your name?"
The fair girl said, "My name is Gwenhwyfar," and she heard Lancelet murmuring, "What a lovely name, fitting to the lady who bears it." '

One day

A very sweet goodbye

' ‘Well off you go,‘ she (Emma) said. ‘Go to your party. You‘re rid of me now. You‘re free.‘
With failing bravado, Dexter tried to laugh. ‘You sound like you‘re dumping me!‘
She smiled sadly. ‘I suppose I am in a way. You‘re not who you used to be, Dex. I really, really liked the old one. I‘d like him back, but in the meantime, I‘m sorry, but I don‘t think you should phone me anymore.‘ She turned and, a little unsteadily, began to walk off down the side alley in the direction of Leicester Square.
For a moment, Dexter had a fleeting but perfectly clear memory of himself at his mother‘s funeral, curled up on the bathroom floor while Emma held onto him and stroked his hair. Yet somehow he had managed to treat this as nothing, to throw it all away for dross. He followed a little way behind her. ‘Come on, Em, we‘re still friends, aren‘t we? I know I‘ve been a little weird, it‘s just . . .‘ She stopped for a moment, but didn‘t turn round, and he knew that she was crying. ‘Emma?‘
Then very quickly she turned, walked up to him and pulled his face to hers, her cheek warm and wet against his, speaking quickly and quietly in his ear, and for one bright moment he thought he was to be forgiven.
‘Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.‘ Her lips touched his cheek. ‘I just don‘t like you anymore. I‘m sorry.‘ '

Night Huntress - Book 2 - One foot in the Grave

serious HMS.

' “Don’t fight them,” Bones whispered. “They’re not strong enough to hold you. Relax.” A
low chuckle. “Let me work.”
Thus shackled, I could only listen as he moved around. It sounded like he was in the bathroom rummaging through the cabinets, for what I had no idea. Being blindfolded and tied naked to a bed was disconcerting, to say the least, but he didn’t take long before he returned.'

The Lord of the rings - Book 3 - Return of the king

I actually rooted out load when Aragorn returned from the Path of the Dead with help

'Thus came Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, borne upon a wind from the Sea to the kingdom of Gondor; and the mirth of the Rohirrim was a torrent of laughter and a flashing of swords, and the joy and wonder of the City was a music of trumpets and a ringing of bells. But the hosts of Mordor were seized with bewilderment, and a great wizardry it seemed to them that their own ships should be filled with their foes; and a black dread fell on them, knowing that the tides of fate had turned against them and their doom was at hand.'

The Maias - Book 1 

When Carlos Eduardo first learns about Maria Eduarda

'Maria Eduarda ! Era a primeira vez que Carlos ouvia o nome dela ; e pareceu−lhe perfeito, condizendo bem com a sua beleza serena. Maria Eduarda, Carlos Eduardo... Havia uma similitude nos seus nomes. Quem sabe se não pressagiava a concordância dos seus destinos !

Twilight

Edward and Bella talk leisurely about his abilities

' "Are you trying to kill us?" I demanded.
"We're not going to crash." I tried to modulate my voice. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I always drive like this." He turned to smile crookedly at me.
"Keep your eyes on the road!"
"I've never been in an accident, Bella — I've never even gotten a ticket." He grinned and tapped his forehead. "Built-in radar detector."
"Very funny." I fumed. "Charlie's a cop, remember? I was raised to abide by traffic laws. Besides, if you turn us into a Volvo pretzel around a tree trunk, you can probably just walk away."
"Probably," he agreed with a short, hard laugh. "But you can't." He sighed, and I watched with relief as the needle gradually drifted toward eighty. "Happy?" '

The dead zone

Johnny's final words to Sarah

'Well, we all do what we can, and it has to be good enough ... and if it isn't good enough, it has to do. I only hope that you will think of me as well as you can, dear Sarah. All my best,
and all my love,
Johnny'

The hunted

Elmore Leonard rocks, as always

'.....Hey, come on. You can'T just walk off with a hundred and ninety-five thousand dollars, for Christ sake....'

The Godfather

Don Corleone talks about the producer

“I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.”

Pride and Prejudice 

Elizabeth roars at Mr Darcy!

' "I might as well inquire," replied she (Elizabeth) , "why with so evident a desire of offending and insulting me, you (Mr Darcy) chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my feelings decided against you—had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the man who has been the means of ruining, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister (Jane)?"

What´s your favorite chapter? Is it here, by any chance? Did I forget an unforgettable chapter?

Tell me!

Hope you enjoyed chapter 26 of my story as well.

A cushion is a book's best pal.

bj

Disclaimer:

1- I had luxurious help selecting these chapters and quotes. I am forever in debt and intend to repay. ;)

2- Images found on Google, as always.

Raoul Bova and reunions: how sweet is that?

Hello, good morning!

Hot Rio Chick had a record number of hits due to the saucy Darcy election. Wow! Thank you all!

And the winner for the beautiful man to picture 'Friendship of a special kind' Darcy is... Raoul Bova!

Davvero! That´s fantastico, grazie! Am I going to be as famous as Firth?

He sure is Hunk, a studmuffin, an eye candy, an 'OMG, OMG' man...

Lizzy is very, very happy... Look at how her fine eyes shine...

Maybe her eyes are not shiny, they are glazed... After today´s chapters, I bet Darcy is esausto...

Hihi!... A bit more of Bova Under the Tuscan sun? Yeah, sure. Here you go.

Talk about an inspiring way to meet someone... I´ve collected some reunion 6 examples to keep our hearts warm untill Sunday. Shall we?

# 6

# 5

  

# 4

 

#3

 

#2

 

#1

It´s no secret that I love the 'Before sunset', 'Before sunrise' movies. I do love them. And selecting reunions I couldn´t forget this glorious scene... Can´t you feel your heart skip a bit when Jesse sees Celine again after more than 10 years? He´s telling their story as his next book plot and when he sees her, he looses his tracks... Oh, wow...

And the b&w couples beside each link shows who reaches out to whom. 

Not that I´m trying to justify Lizzy´s actions here... Oh, what the heck, I am! =D

The NEW Darcy agrees. He thinks Lizzy could do no wrong flying to Seattle.

With that, I say bye, bye!

Disclaimer: all images were found in Google, from Ap 23rd to 24th, 2012. The credits are not mine, they belong to the original posts.