Bella stood in the middle of a Barnes & Noble, smirking. She stared at the prominent Twilight display that featured all four of the bestselling novels, trying to take a sip of hertallCaramel Frappuccino. To her disappointment, she found it empty. The B&N Starbucks was the first Starbucks Bella had ever been in, and she was unfamiliar with the nuances of ordering Starbucks. Due to her super-fast metabolism, Bella had decided to indulge herself with the largest coffee she could get. However, she had not been informed when the coffee industry suddenly made the 'small' a 'tall.' In this case, she decided, ignorance was most certainly NOT bliss.
Bella crossed her arms and stared at the display; she was amazed at how popular the series had become. The whole phenomenon was actually rather amusing. It was amazing how many things Stephenie Meyer had gotten wrong, but Bella doubted those mistakes were mere accidents. Stephanie Meyer was a fellow vampire, whose unique talent was dramatizing things. This made her an excellent fit for authorship, but was not always a good thing. As a human, Bella had heard that she wrote for The National Inquirer.
In fact, it was almost embarrassing how much the books got wrong. Bella had always been a little bit clumsy, but not horribly uncoordinated and helpless. Jacob was about ten times more attractive than the books made him out to be. Edward was still unnecessarily over-protective; at least the books got THAT right. Bella loved Edward as a husband, and Jacob as a brother; Edward didn't hate Jacob, either, but liked him as a friend. In Bella's opinion, Stephanie should get her creative license suspended.
However, Bella DID have to hand it to whoever designed the covers. They were pretty cool, she had to admit. However, she couldn't help thinking that all the books together on a display looked a tad… emo. Bella remembered the older displays that proudly showcased the Harry Potter books. She had fond memories of attending midnight-release parties as a human, snuggling up against a bookshelf with an earlier Harry Potter book. Come to think of it, it snuggling with a bookshelf was only slightly less comfortable then snuggling with Edward. Her book of choice was always Goblet of Fire; there was just something about that Cedric Diggory that made it irresistible.
Bella looked at her watch and sighed. The rest of the Cullens were out shopping for her birthday presents. That was another thing Stephenie got wrong: Bella wasn't a heartless jerk; she actually LIKED birthdays. She had taken the advantage of her time alone and decided to go to a bookstore, something she hadn't done since she was changed. It was 3:00; she should probably head home and be there to get ready for her party. With her head in the past, Bella walked out the automatic glass doors, tossed her empty "tall" cup on the ground, and headed for her car.