Five Years of Breaking Dawn: Our Favourite Bits!

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As part of our celebration for the 5 years anniversary of the publication of Breaking Dawn, we are sharing some of our favourite passages, quotes and chapters. Today is Gem’s turn.


Breaking Dawn was not my favourite book in the Saga – and although I loved it, there still would have been things that I would have changed. Saying that, I struggled to pick my favourite quotes as there are so many great passages. Everything from the wedding and how both Edward and Bella change after that day, to Jacob and his almost hilarious monologue. Blonde jokes, Nomads, fighting and gifts… I could go on for hours.

Here are some of my favourite parts of Breaking Dawn book 3 chapter 1 – Bella’s transformation. I loved the description of the pain and the fire as well as Bella’s internal battle. I remember reading it and wondering how in the world they would ever put it across on screen.

I hadn’t guessed that the morphine would have this effect – that it would pin me down and gag me. Hold me paralyzed while I burned. I knew all the stories. I knew that Carlisle had kept quiet enough to avoid discovery while he burned. I knew that, according to Rosalie, it did no good to scream. And I’d hoped that maybe I could be like Carlisle. That I would believe Rosalie’s words and keep my mouth shut. Because I knew that every scream that escaped my lips would torment Edward. Now it seemed like a hideous joke that I was getting my wish fulfilled. If I couldn’t scream, how could I tell them to kill me?


Though the fire did not decrease one tiny degree – in fact, I began to develop a new capacity for experiencing it, a new sensitivity to appreciate, separately, each blistering tongue of flame that licked through my veins – I discovered that I could think around it. I could remember why I shouldn’t scream. I could remember the reason why I’d committed to enduring this unendurable agony. I could remember that, though it felt impossible now, there was something that might be worth the torture.


It was harder not to answer this voice, but I stayed paralyzed. I knew that the pain in his voice now was nothing compared to what it could be. Right now he only feared that I was suffering.

And then finally, and although there are so many passages in the book that hit me hard – I cried like a baby when Bella allowed Edward to read her mind. It was beautifully written.

I knew it was working then, so I concentrated even harder, dredging up specific memories I’d saved for this moment, letting them flood my mind, and hopefully his as well. 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 saved me from James… his face as he waited under a canopy of flowers to marry me… every precious moment from the island… his cold hands touching our baby through my skin… And the sharp memories, perfectly recalled: his face when I’d opened my eyes to my new life, to the endless dawn of immortality… that first kiss… that first night…

And finally…

Now you know. No one’s ever loved anyone as much as I love you.

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