So you heard that “meh” has entered the dictionary. I’m happy about that, because I have occasion to use it today. Meh. Edward Cullen. I’m a Cullen, damn it, and let me tell you, I have ancestors that would make a vampire whither or melt with one glance. Especially such a meh one as this.
Maybe I’m just jealous of Stephanie Meyers, huh? Okay, so I haven’t read the book that’s on my nightstand yet. I’m convinced that since The Vampire Lestat (just that one, mind you, not the other books), I could never ever love another vampire. Especially at age 51.5. Not that I wouldn’t, you know? I’m not dead. Or undead.
It’s a weird feeling, to finally get up one morning and look around and not care about crushy young things. I could lay down my life for Hayden, how silly is that? Or would a few years ago. But this fella? Bah. And the pouty lipped heroine?
So, should I read Twilight? Or should I skip it and see the movie? Or should I take in both? I’ll do whatever the majority here tells me to do. Seriously.