During one mad summer, while her husband and three young boys slept, Stephenie Meyer wrote a mountain of pages about a heady romance between a smart 17-year-old girl and a handsome god of a vampire. Mystified as to how a nice housewife living in Phoenix goes about cracking the New York publishing world, she joined a small writers' group of cozy, supportive women who were working on trivia books, Hallmark cards, and song lyrics. On a lark, she'd gotten up the nerve to contact a handful of literary agents whose names she'd found online, sending them each a tease about Twilight. The right one...
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