So, Colleen bought Breaking Dawn last night, the final book of the Twilight books. She finished it around 4 am this morning, and since I never intend to read it for snarking purposes, I made her tell me what happens.
I've already decided there are ver few good vampire books ANYWHERE (and certainly none of the romantic kind), except for Bram Stoker's Dracula (which, incidentally, Smeyer has NEVER read - can you tell?), Charlane Harris' From Dead to Worse series, BUNNICULA, The League of Extroadinary Gentlemen comic, and possibly this one book that I saw in a cramped little bookstore back in my hometown that looks wicked awesome (a huge community of vampires who raise humans for food, but one poor chump ends up catching an escaped kid and raises her as his own; it has a juicebox with blood dripping out the straw on the cover) and I keep meaning to buy but it always slips my mind.
I was going to go see the movie to laugh at the sparkles, but then I hear that they weren't even going to put the sparkles in, so now I'm going to see it to laugh. And feel bad for the poor guy that plays Edward -- I've seen some of the interviews with him, and it sounds like he doesn't even LIKE the Twilight series, and now he's got even 40-year-old women saying that they want to sex him up and one lady asked him what type of underwear he wore at comicon. DDDD: I pity him.
I was going to go see the movie to laugh at the sparkles, but then I hear that they weren't even going to put the sparkles in, so now I'm going to see it to laugh. And feel bad for the poor guy that plays Edward -- I've seen some of the interviews with him, and it sounds like he doesn't even LIKE the Twilight series, and now he's got even 40-year-old women saying that they want to sex him up and one lady asked him what type of underwear he wore at comicon. DDDD: I pity him.
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