Where can i find the 1st chapter of breaking dawn online?

You can go here to read the first few pages:





http://stepheniemeyer.com/index.html (Scroll down until you see May 30th, then click on Entertainment Weekly Link)





After that it%26#039;s ILLEGAL (unless you buy the Eclipse Special Edition) because it%26#039;s copyrighted material, just as Stephenie Meyer has said:





As some of you may have noticed, many people who have typed out or scanned either the entire books, portions of the books or first chapter of Breaking Dawn have received (or should be receiving) a message from their hosting companies that notices were sent from my publisher to take the content down. I know people are eager to share their excitement about my books, which I love, but you may not be aware that making portions of the book available for download is violating my copyright (unless you have written permission from me or my publisher). Quoting a sentence or two is fine, but anything beyond that is in violation of copyright. Basically, copyright gives an author control over where, when and how her work is made available to the public. This exists to protect the author and her work a lot of effort has been put into creating these books for you to enjoy -- so I hope people cooperate in respecting the copyright for all my novels.
Where can i find the 1st chapter of breaking dawn online?
You can go here to read the first few pages:





http://stepheniemeyer.com/index.html (Scroll down until you see May 30th, then click on Entertainment Weekly Link)





After that it%26#039;s ILLEGAL (unless you buy the Eclipse Special Edition) because it%26#039;s copyrighted material, just as Stephenie Meyer has said:





As some of you may have noticed, many people who have typed out or scanned either the entire books, portions of the books or first chapter of Breaking Dawn have received (or should be receiving) a message from their hosting companies that notices were sent from my publisher to take the content down. I know people are eager to share their excitement about my books, which I love, but you may not be aware that making portions of the book available for download is violating my copyright (unless you have written permission from me or my publisher). Quoting a sentence or two is fine, but anything beyond that is in violation of copyright. Basically, copyright gives an author control over where, when and how her work is made available to the public. This exists to protect the author and her work a lot of effort has been put into creating these books for you to enjoy -- so I hope people cooperate in respecting the copyright for all my novels.











To Jasmine S: I don%26#039;t want to be mean or anything, but it%26#039;s called plagarism to copy my answer from a different question and post it on this question. Please revise your answer.
Where can i find the 1st chapter of breaking dawn online?
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here you go! :P





Enjoy!
Reply:Here it is


1. ENGAGED





NO ONE IS STARING AT YOU, I promised myself. No one is staring at you. No one is staring at you.





But, because I couldn%26#039;t lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check.





As I sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked to the right 鈥?in her minivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn%26#039;t drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn%26#039;t it? Didn%26#039;t that apply to me anymore?





Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that she probably had no idea if it was even me in here, let alone that I%26#039;d caught her looking. I tried to take some comfort in the fact that she wasn%26#039;t really staring at me, just the car.





My car. Sigh.





I glanced to the left and groaned. Two pedestrians were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their chance to cross as they stared. Behind them, Mr. Marshall was gawking through the plate glass window of his little souvenir shop. At least he didn%26#039;t have his nose pressed up against the glass. Yet.





The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas pedal without thinking 鈥?the normal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving.





Engine snarling like a hunting panther, the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into the black leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine.





%26#039;%26#039;Arg!%26#039;%26#039; I gasped as I fumbled for the brake. Keeping my head, I merely tapped the pedal. The car lurched to an absolute standstill anyway.





I couldn%26#039;t bear to look around at the reaction. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car before, it was gone now. With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one half millimeter, and the car shot forward again.





I managed to reach my goal, the gas station. If I hadn%26#039;t been running on vapors, I wouldn%26#039;t have come into town at all. I was going without a lot of things these days, like Pop-Tarts and shoelaces, to avoid spending time in public.





Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the cap off, the card scanned, and the nozzle in the tank within seconds. Of course, there was nothing I could do to make the numbers on the gauge pick up the pace. They ticked by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it just to annoy me.





It wasn%26#039;t bright out 鈥?a typically drizzly day in Forks, Washington 鈥?but I still felt like a spotlight was trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand. At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me.





It was stupid to be so self-conscious, and I knew that. Besides my dad and mom, did it really matter what people were saying about my engagement? About my new car? About my mysterious acceptance into an Ivy League college? About the shiny black credit card that felt red-hot in my back pocket right now?





%26#039;%26#039;Yeah, who cares what they think,%26#039;%26#039; I muttered under my breath.





(c) 2008 by Stephenie Meyer, reprinted with permission from the Eclipse Special Edition published by Little, Brown and Company.