I really blame my husband for this. This sudden fervour to inhale all of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight books. He went out to a gig one night with his mate, leaving me home with a sleeping child and not enough disciplne to do some proper work. So I watched a movie called Twilight that I had accidentally downloaded. I know the movie was vaguely about vampires. Cool, I thought, let's see something totally out of this world, because, if I admit it to myself in the dead of some nights, life tends to get a little monotonous these days. Anyway...
After watching the movie, I googled Meyer, Twilight, found that New Moon (the movie) was going to be released this November! I guess I'll be queueing for that now. Like I didn't have better things to do, like a clingy, eight-month old to tend to. I also reserved all the rest of the books in this series from my library. I've read Twilight and New Moon... in less than five days. The only reason why I haven't rushed out to buy these books instead of waiting for them from the library reserve is because I know this obsession will pass, once I know how it ends!
Anyway, Meyer is a good writer. I think we ultimately have Shakespeare to thank for. Every generation has a good go at rehashing Romeo and his Juliet in one form or another; dead, alive or undead in this case. Fascinating indeed.
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