Monday, February 9, 2015

Review: Twilight The Graphic Novel Vol. 1 by Stephenie Meyer

Title: Twilight The Graphic Novel Vol. 1
Author: Stephenie Meyer
Category: YA/Graphic Novel
Pub. Date: 03/16/2010
Publisher: Yen Press
Format: Hard Cover
Pages: 224
Series: Twilight: The Graphic Novel Vol. 1

When Isabella Swan moves to the gloomy town of Forks and meets the mysterious, alluring Edward Cullen, her life takes a thrilling and terrifying turn. With his porcelain skin, golden eyes, mesmerizing voice, and supernatural gifts, Edward is both irresistible and impenetrable. Up until now, he has managed to keep his true identity hidden, but Bella is determined to uncover his dark secret...
Beautifully rendered, this first installment of Twilight: The Graphic Novel   

My Review:  
I believe that it goes with out a doubt that author Stephenie Meyer's a an outstanding, and one in a million author that you can dive head first and not miss a beat but wanting more an more of the story. 

I am not one to really get into graphic novels. As a kid I didn't even care for comics much. On that note, I was a little skeptic but seeing the cover, the title, and of course the author I had to have this beautiful book on my shelf. And that I did. 

As I started flipping thru the first couple of pages I began to read. It soon caught my eye that the illustrations in this book were beyond outstanding and that I was diffidently going to engulf the whole book. Not only was the story being told in a little different way but it was still as riveting as the main Twilight novels! Before I realized I was at the end but boy oh boy or girl I wanted more. I will be picking up more of this series.

So for this first for me I will be giving this first in the series graphic novel a great big Breath of Life Rating of a:

Five Clock Rating!! 
Disclosure: I did not receive the above book in exchange for my honest opinion and or review. But the Opinions are my own and yours may differ.

About the Author:     

I was born in Connecticut in 1973, during a brief blip in my family's otherwise western U.S. existence. We were settled in Phoenix by the time I was four, and I think of myself as a native. The unusual spelling of my name was a gift from my father, Stephen (+ ie = me). Though I have had my name spelled wrong on pretty much everything my entire life long, I must admit that it makes it easier to google myself now.
I filled the "Jan Brady" spot in my family-the second of three girls. Unlike the Brady's, none of my three brothers are steps, and all of them are younger than all the girls. I went to high school in Scottsdale, Arizona, the kind of place where every fall a few girls would come back to school with new noses and there were Porsches in the student lot (for the record, I have my original nose, and never had a car until after I was in my twenties). I was awarded a National Merit Scholarship, and I used it to pay my way to Brigham Young University, in Provo, Utah. I majored in English, but concentrated on literature rather than creative writing, mostly because I didn't consider reading books "work" (as long as I was going to be doing something anyway, I might as well get course credit for it, right?).
I met my husband, Pancho (his real name is Christiaan), when I was four, but we were never anywhere close to being childhood sweethearts. In fact, though we saw each other at least weekly through church activities, I can't recall a single instance when we so much as greeted each other with a friendly wave, let alone exchanged actual words. This may have been for the best, because when we did eventually get around to exchanging words, sixteen years after our first meeting, it only took nine months from the first "hello" to the wedding. Of course, we were able to skip over a lot of the getting to know you parts (many of our conversations would go something like this: "This one time, when I was ten, I broke my hand at a party when-" "Yeah, I know what happened. I was there, remember?") We've been married for ten and a half years now, and have three beautiful, brilliant, wonderful boys who often remind me chimpanzees on crack. I can't write without music, and my biggest muse is, ironically enough, the band Muse. My other favorite sources of inspiration are Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Coldplay, The All American Rejects, Travis, The Strokes, Brand New, U2, Kasabian, Jimmy Eat World, and Weezer, to mention a few.



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