I just finished reading 'Twilight', the mega-best seller that was recently made into a movie (which I have not seen), since I heard (ahem) that the movie was good, and I figured I might as well read the book since it's always better. I hadn't counted on the fact that it would take longer to read the book than it would have taken to watch the movie, and that those would be hours of my life that I'll never get back. The plot turned out to be almost unreadably trite (girl hates boy, girl loves boy, boy saves girl from someone who wants to eat her), with characters I couldn't care about. Edward is a perfect high school god who natters on about how dangerous he is, and Bella ... smells good? Look, I'm no literary snob, I can enjoy almost anything, I loved the Harry Potter series, but Twilight was a real challenge even for my flu-dazed brain. The vampires weren't remotely scary, even the ones that were supposed to be scary, and I speak as one who is easily scared. There was no creepiness. It was like reading Sweet Valley High, except that the cool dude was technically dead. I just don't understand how this book made it to the top of the NYT bestseller list.
Anyway. Now, for a really good vampire novel, may I suggest Fevre Dream (GRR Martin), or Sunshine (Robin McKinley).
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