Dismay- shocked displeasure Enlightening-informative Gratifying- pleasing Enduring- lasting Ravenous- very hungry Repels- causes dislike in Savage- wild Fragments- small pieces Disolate- diserted Innovations- new development Windswept- affected by strong wind Baffing- completely confusing Startling- very surprising Chilly- cold Slippery- smooth and difficult to walk on Concepts- ideas Blistering- very strong Bare- without plants Intentional- done and purpose Constant- continuous Engaging- absorbing Fundamental- basic Irritatining- annoying Have/ Take Time to relax Take It easy
mother before it had learned to recognise her. Then the infant would attach itself to anything that moved, sometimes even (F) tottering hopefully towards a waiting lion. When the great migration began, many more youngsters would be swept away and drowned during the massed river crossings, dragged down by crocodiles or trampled beneath the (G) frantic press of bodies from which others would emerge (H) hobbling on broken limbs to await the inevitable hyenas. And always there were the ravenous hunters; the packs of brindled wild dogs whose sudden appearance, (I) loping over the dawn horizons, threw the herds into headlong panic; the rangy cheetahs with their devastating (J) stride; and the ever-watchful prides of lions through whose territories the wildebeest would have to pass. Immediately after the rains the Serengeti pasture was so prolific that a single acre might produce eighteen tons of protein-rich (K) fodder. But by the end of April the (L) verdant plains had already
who created her. She awoke alone. Whoever made her walked away, and none of us understand why, or how, he could. If she hadn't had that other sense, if she hadn't seen Jasper and Carlisle and known that she would someday become one of us, she probably would have turned into a total savage." There was so much to think through, so much I still wanted to ask. But, to my great embarrassment, my stomach growled. I'd been so intrigued, I hadn't even noticed I was hungry. I realized now that I was ravenous. "I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from dinner." "I'm fine, really." "I've never spent much time around anyone who eats food. I forget." "I want to stay with you." It was easier to say in the darkness, knowing as I spoke how my voice would betray me, my hopeless addiction to him. "Can't I come in?" he asked. "Would you like to?" I couldn't picture it, this godlike creature sitting in my father's shabby kitchen chair. "Yes, if it's all right
at his plate and repeated: "Dude, I really feel sick." So I once again repeated: "No, you just don't want to eat. Take bigger bites. You'll adapt." Then, just to be safe, I inched out of vomit range. Despite the bickering couple routine, I had complete faith: we were, after all, only 48 hours into the protocol. into the protocol. Then things began to work as planned. Five days later, I received the following text message from Neil: Gotta tell you: you're turning me into a ravenous food-devouring machine. And, mentally and physically, between the healthy food, exercise, and Malibu air and surf, I feel frigging great. The text was prompted by a turning point. He had demolished an entire plate of steak in half the time as his girlfriend's entire family, proceeded to eat what remained of her food, and then continued to vacuum up the steak leftovers. Tapeworm? No, his digestive enzymes and other
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