Stephenie Meyer. New moon (№ 403726)

How can you explain more appropriately? I’m like an empty sink, a dilapidated house, completely unfit for habitation. Now the condition is slowly improving: renovation work has begun in the hallway, but this is only one, small part of the building ... Jacob deserves something better than a tiny room with crumbling plaster, which even a solid investment will not return to its normal state.