Last week I read the Twilight books by Stephanie Meyer.
Yes, all three.
I’m not a huge fan of vampire books. I suspect I overdosed on the Anne Rice vampire books in high school, and ever since then have not been particularly interested. Also, I’m sorry, but a happily ever after does not, to me, usually entail the hero having to kill the heroine in order to be with her forever. I don’t find vampires to be particularly romantic or inspiring.
Give me a post-apocalypse any day.
So when I tell you that I LOVED the Twilight books, you know where I am coming from.
They don’t strike me as traditional vampires – in fact, Edward and his family only drink the blood of animals, and can go outside in sunlight. They don’t sleep in coffins – they don’t sleep at all.
So, hey, I like some vampires. Mark your calendars.
I really like the haunting writing – it sucks you in and before you know it, you’ve read three five hundred page books in two days. And most importantly, Stephanie Meyer has written, for her first adult novel (the Twilight books are YA), a sci-fi story based on the alien body-snatcher idea.
That kind of falls into a perfect category for me – kinda post-apocalyptic with zombies, kinda. I’ll be there.
Also, for the Twilight movie, they totally cast the guy who played Cedric Diggory in the Harry Potter movies as Edward, and that is pretty perfect casting, if you ask me.
ANYWAY, they were good books, and you should read them, even if you have a serious case of vampire ennui like I do.