Stomach flu + numerous guests + holidays = no blog posts for too many days. I still have guests, and will continue to play hostess, for better or worse, for another couple of weeks. So bear with me, busy holiday people. I still have plans to fulfill my blog promises.
I will just spend a few minutes, now, to tell you that somebody gave me the first two books of the Twilight series for Christmas as a kind of joke. I was very stubborn, you see, about reading YA vampire romance novels. Don’t misunderstand me; I read middle-grade and YA novels all the time. I was simply not going to read any about human-to-vampire relationships. Call me prejudice, if you will.
I wasn’t surprised that I blew through the first book, however. I already knew that it couldn’t be too hard-going with its enormous readership. Much of the book irritated me extremely, and that is a different matter altogether. The protagonist, Bella, is a silly obsessed teenager; the romance isn’t a bit romantic; the descriptions of Edward (the love interest) are so purple and over the top that I didn’t honestly think I could bear one more comparison to him as Adonis. And why is it enticing to embrace a cold, bloodless, statuesque lover? It gives me the chills just thinking about it. I mean, without blood pumping through his body, how does he . . .?
On a happier note, I bought myself La’s Orchestra Saves the World by Alexander McCall Smith. I haven’t yet read it, but I do know that he always delivers a quietly humorous story. And, honestly, if I want to read supernatural fiction, I turn to McCall Smith’s angels set against the landscape of Italy. I’m just not so sure about Stephanie Meyer’s numerous references to her vampires as angelic. It’s a little disturbing, to say the least.