Jacob Black is here. That is all.
So Bella and her high school friends drive down to the beach. Thirsty Mike makes sure Bella sits in his car, a Chevy Suburban. He lets her have shotgun. This doesn’t make Jessica happy, so Bella lets the girl sit between her and Thirsty Mike.
The beach, which is apparently near an Indian reservation. This is the perfect time for Thirsty Mike to show off his driftwood fire making skills. They go hiking, at least, Mike and some of his friends and Bella. She waits until Tyler and Eric say they’re not going, then says she’s hiking. Sneaky Bella.
On the hike, Bella can’t stop thinking about Edward. Of course.
Once she gets back, some teenagers from the nearby reservation have come to hang out with them. Bella notices one of them noticing her. A younger boy with beautiful, silky skin, dark eyes, sharp cheekbones, and a little bit of baby fat on his face. His name is Jacob. Jacob Black. He builds cars.
As it turns out, Jacob’s dad, Billy, sold Charlie the truck that Bella has. Jacob’s two older sisters, Rachel and Rebecca, hung out with Bella several years before on a few fishing trips. Jacob and Bella talk about her truck, then she gets an idea. She invites him to walk along the beach with her and starts flirting with him. Really, Bella? He’s almost three years younger than you! Have some dignity! Just kidding. Who am I to get in the way of fictional love?
The Cullens come up in conversation, and Jacob tells Bella that the family is not allowed on the reservation. Why not? He says he’s not allowed to say, then he proceeds to tell her.
Jacob’s tribe, the Quileutes, have legends just like any other people–their ancestors tied canoes to the tops of trees to survive the Flood, they’re descended from wolves. The most important one is the legend of the cold ones.
Who are the cold ones, you ask? They are in fact, not bottles of beer, but the natural enemies of the werewolf. Jacob doesn’t go into much detail, but he tells Bella that the Cullens are cold ones. Blood drinkers. More commonly known as vampires.
So now the truth comes out. Edward is a vampire. One of the worst-kept secrets in pop culture history, along with Darth Vader is Luke’s father.
Finally, it’s time to leave. Bella likes Jacob, and I think he likes her as well. I think they would make a good couple, even with the two-year age difference. This is the first potential relationship where both parties like the person on the other side. It should work. Right?
- “You have goose bumps,” Jacob said delightedly.
“You’re a good storyteller,” I complimented him, still staring into the waves.
- “So you’re, what, sixteen?” I asked. “I just turned fifteen,” he confessed, flattered.
“Really? I would have thought you were older.”
- “So when I get my license…,” he began.
“You should come see me in Forks. We could hang out sometime.”
This dialogue is so bad, but maybe Meyer did this intentionally to show how bad Bella is at flirting. If that’s the case, good job!
Bella Potential Boyfriend Power Rankings
- JACOB BLACK – Jacob debuts at number one. He’s the first person to do so since this power ranking was born.
- Thirsty Mike – This was a good chapter for Mike.
- Edward – Well, the truth is finally out. He’s a vampire. Vampires are bad boyfriend material. Therefore, Bella should not date Edward.
- Eric – He’s falling further and further into the depths of the unforgotten.
- Tyler – Once again, you cannot almost kill someone and think that they’ll date you. Besides, Tyler’s talking to someone else. I think he’s losing interest in Bella.
Worst Piece of Dialogue
“I think you’re very good at telling scary stories, though. I still have goose bumps, see?”
NO ONE TALKS THIS WAY!
The description in this book is great. Meyer paints a beautiful picture of the Washington beaches. What she lacks in dialogue, she makes up for with images.
- “The bouquets of brilliant anemones undulated ceaselessly in the invisible current, twisted shells scurried about the edges, obscuring the crabs within them, starfish stuck motionless to the rocks and each other, while one small black eel with white racing stripes wove through the bright green weeds, waiting for the sea to return.”
- “…close up were every shade a stone could be: terra-cotta, sea green, lavender, blue gray, dull gold. The tide line was strew with huge driftwood trees, bleached bone white in the salt waves, some piled together against the edge of the forest fringe, some lying solitar, just out of the reach of the waves.”
- “There was a brisk wind coming off the waves, cool and briny. Pelicans floated on the swells while seagulls and a lone eagle wheeled above them. The clouds still circled the sky, threatening to invade at any moment, but for now the sun shone bravely in its halo of blue sky.”
I’m just looking forward to more Jacob Black.