One of my neighbours shoved this book at me, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, imploring me to read it – she’s not the first grown-up woman to mention this title, so I’m giving it a try. I make no judgement about what others like to read. Not really. I mean, read whatever you enjoy – but just read.
I understand this to be some kind of vampire love story. With the exception of the movie Interview With a Vampire, which I’ve always loved and have watched about a hundred times, vampires in general don’t do anything for me. I’m not usually into scary movies or stories. I’m on page forty-five, and I’m bored already. I understand that vampire stories are all hot these days, but perhaps if I was a twelve-year-old girl I’d like it better.
I don’t often get the guilts about things, but leaving a started book unfinished always makes me feel a bit like a failure somehow. I’m determined to finish. I’d be curious to know what anyone else thought of this novel…
G.G.
