Sort of OVER the Vampires.....

Those of you who stood in line at Barnes & Noble at midnight when Breaking Dawn came out, you might not want to read any further.....

I'm just about sick of the vampires. I'm in book three of the series, and I just want to be DONE! And I can't just quit, because some people whose feelings I don't want to hurt know I'm reading these books. My step-daughter loved them. And HER daughter loved them. And a co-worker at school not only raved about them, she let me have her copy of book three although she's only in book two. The hardback copy. I can't just take it back to her and say, "I'm sorry, this is shallow and superficial, and I can't finish it." It might hurt her feelings. And I can't pretend that I read it, because she's going to want to talk about it when she finishes it. Arrrrgggghhhhh!

I'm not against escape reading. I love reading trash as much as the next person. Well, the next English teacher type person. But come ON!! These books are 600 pages. 600 pages!!! Each!!! Not total!!!!! That's like reading for an assignment that you don't want to do anyway.

When my niece, who just started her freshman year of college, learned that I was reading the books, she nearly swooned right there in the Cracker Barrel. "Oh, don't you just looooooooooooooooooooooove Edward Cullen?" Ummm.... no...... really I don't. Seven-hundred-year-old (or is it seventy? I can't remember) perpetually teenaged vampires with perfectly chiseled features and skin that is cold to the touch just don't do it for me. When I responded in a lukewarm manner to her question, my niece looked at me with venom in her eyes. Venom! From that precious child! (She may have forgiven me when I sent her a $20 bill, but that's not a guarantee.)

I deal with teenage angst and melodrama on a daily basis. And in spite of what Billy Joel says, melodrama ain't all that fun. Good lord, I've still got book four to get through......