I Didn't Want The Life

You Gonna Back Down So Easy, Little Sister?. Not Much Wild About You, Is There? I Bet That Cottage Doesn't Have A Scratch. Did Edward Tell You How Many Houses Rose And I Smashed?

No, Actually 'the Host' Was Totally A Palate-cleanser For Me. I Wanted To Do Something A Little Bit Different Than Romantic Love. Romantic Love Is In There, Obviously, Because I Enjoy Writing About That And Living It A Lot.

It Took Only Seconds For Me To Make These Discoveries, But Even In That Short Time, My Stomach Nearly Jumped Through My Mouth Trying To Reach The Food.

Some Of The Memories Were Not Clear - -dim Human Memories, Seen Through Weak Eyes And Heard Through Weak Ears: The First Time I'd Seen His Face... The Way It Felt When He'd Held Me In The Meadow... The Sound Of His Voice Through The Darkness Of My Faltering Consciousness When He'd Save Me From James... His Face As He Waited Under A Canopy Of Flowers To Marry Me... Every Precious Moment On The Island... His Cold Hands Touching Our Baby Through My Skin.

You Think I Regret Saving Your Life?