I finally read Twilight after half of America had already clutched it sobbing to their collective heaving bosoms. Basically it's one long heaving flushed bosom of a novel...all 'ragged breaths' and 'muffled oaths' and 'smoldering glances'. It's as if Nicholson Baker's Mezzanine were re-written by a 17 year old girl who dozed off in Biology class. Mezzanine is that entire book written about Mr. Baker's trip to the lobby of his building to buy shoelaces. Twilight is one long uninterrupted passionate eye lock between Bella and her vampire boyfriend Edward. I'd rather go buy some more shoelaces.
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The marketing for both the book and the movie makes Twilight look to me like a cross between Ann Rice and the WB.
Hello, came across your blog in searching for reviews on Cranford and I just wanted to let you know that your Twilight review makes me feel oddly vindicated. I've not read the book, but I have many otherwise sensible friends who have. Sadly, they are mothers of 'tweens who claim to have been screening the book for their daughters but then turned crazed Twilight fans themselves! Uh, I think I'll pass. ;)
Great blog BTW--- I'm envious of your prolific reading habits!
Thank you! I just looked at your blog which is very funny.
Did you like Cranford?
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