Stephenie also published her new project, called The Host.
Summary; It starts when Bella has her eighteenth birthday, and the Cullens organize a party for her, even though she doesn’t want it.
Stephenie said that she would be writing the last Twilight Saga book, for all of the fans, called Midnight Sun, but she trusted some people with already a sample, and someone misused it, and it got leaked.
Stephenie will probably go on with writing it in the year 2011.
Now this might be pure blasphemy, but I think I (gasp) love Emily even more than Anne Shirley.
I know, I know, sacrilege, but so you can all understand how serious I am about loving Emily.
She did--and found that it led straight into Fairyland--along the bank of a wide, lovely brook--a wild, dear, little path with lady-ferns beckoning and blowing along it, the shyest of elfin June-bells under the firs, and little whims of loveliness at every curve.
She breathed in the tang of fir-balsam and saw the shimmer of gossamers high up in the boughs, and everywhere the frolic of elfin lights and shadows.
Here and there the young maple branches interlaced as if to make a screen for dryad faces--Emily knew all about dryads, thanks to her father--and the great sheets of moss under the trees were meet for Titania's couch.
"This is one of the places where dreams grow," said Emily happily. Every time she read her little hoard of manuscripts over she found some of which the fairy gold had unaccountably turned to withered leaves, fit only for the burning. Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.