New moon

Аннотация

I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure I was dreaming. The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight— the kind of blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in Forks, Washington— and second, I was looking at my Grandma Marie. Gran had been dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence toward the dream theory.