The Photo Says It All

Am I still alive?  Barely.  Am I slack and lazy?  Yes.  Am I sorry for being out of the loop for so long?  Very.  Repent, repent!!!  I sentence myself to a minimum of three posts over the next week.  Can I do it?  Eh, who knows?!

Not much to report.  I haven't been sick, I haven't been injured.  I'm just slack.  I have been on crack for the last few weeks.  Crack, you say?  Yes, crack.  Crack  now comes in book form.  Let me splain.  Years ago, when Anne Rice started her Vampire Chronicles, I (as usual) missed getting on the bandwagon, but in all fairness, the first book in the series was released in 1976.  I was but a wee child.  Years later, after the birth of my daughter, a friend lent me the books.  I was hooked.  It was just what I needed at the time.  It was my escape from my depression and the fear of being a new mother with no clue.  The last book in the series was released in 2003.  Anne Rice announced she was done with Lestat and the whole series.  I was horrified.  These vamps were my family.  They had pulled me through my darkest hour.  How could I ever live without them?  Well, I did and my daughter grew up and we became a very happy and well adjusted family.  (Actually, after the colic ended, we were good to go.  Whew, the first 12 weeks were murder I tell ya.)  

Fast forward to late 2007.  I was in Barnes & Noble one fine day and saw a new book series that piqued my interest.  A vampire series.  I liked the cover art (which of course always draws in a book addict) and as I perused the jacket flap, I thought to myself, "Hmmm, this author might be a good replacement for Anne Rice."  As soon as I read that it was based around a teen female, I put it back on the shelf and moved on.  I simply don't do teen novels.  Snobby?  Maybe, but true.  I'm old, people.  

So I put it off for two years.  Suddenly, everyone at work was reading and swapping those books I'd shunned.  I mocked.  I made fun.  I secretly judged the intelligence of all who read them.  And then, it happened.  I was standing in Wal-Mart and they had just arrived in hard cover.  All four of them.  The shelf was full.  It was such an attractive display.  The cover art was so very appealing.  I found myself thinking it would be wrong to judge others for reading something I new nothing about.  I picked up the first book.  I read a few pages.  It was all over.  I left with ALL FOUR BOOKS.  Oh how the mighty have fallen.  I've been bitten.  

 

             

Comments

[Nicole P.]

Another one falls to Twilight. Sad, really. ;) I just can't bring myself to go there. The only vampire story I've ever been able to get into was Buffy and the gang. Buffy would totally stake Edward, FYI. :P

[Blanche (Mrs. Higrens)]

I actually liked Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse series better than the Twilight series. The first book was adapted for the "True Blood" series on HBO and there are currently 8 (fans are hoping for #9 to be out sooner than later).

That could be something to investigate once you've finished with Bella and Edward, et al.

[Leslie]

I adore Trueblood. I plan to hunt down all the Sookie Stackhouse books next.

[Leslie]

Nicole, I said the SAME things. I found myself standing in Wal-Mart reading a few pages and then I was cursing myself under my breath the whole way home. After a few chapters, the fact that she's in high school didn't even matter anymore. The whole time I read the first book, I still couldn't believe it had sucked me in like it did. (Haha! Suck!) I absolutely could not WAIT to see what would happen next.