I recently came to the end of my “Books to Review” stack, leaving me with nothing new to read. That is not a situation that I like to be in. Sure, I could use this free time to work on my own novel. That would probably be the smart thing to do. But when have I ever been known to do the smart thing? So I looked for something else to read. And I came across something I really never thought that I would ever read. Even when I borrowed the books from my best friend, I didn’t really think that I would read them. I just borrowed them because I was running out of excuses to not read them. One friend has even told, more than once over the past few years, that “the vampire thing is just background noise—it’s really just a beautiful love story.” She even told me that it really didn’t matter that there was a vampire in the story. I couldn’t believe that. Of course it matters! I mean, if it didn’t matter, why in the world would one of the main characters be a vampire?
OK, so by now I am sure you have figured out what books I am talking about. Yep, that’s right. I’ve started reading Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight series.
There are a few reasons that I put off reading this. One is the whole “vampire thing.” I have always equated vampires to gory horror flicks, the kind of stuff that would give me nightmares. Plus so many vampire legends say that vampires change into bats. I HATE bats. Hate them. Absolutely loathe the creatures. I cannot stress this enough…. I…HATE…BATS! Not that I ever actually asked anyone who has read the books or seen the films if these particular vampires turn into bats. Probably would not have believed anyone who said no, anyway. Just the possibility of reading about any bat that is not used in a ball game was more than enough to keep me away.
Then there is the young adult aspect of the book. Meyer wrote this series for an audience younger than I am. Not that it’s a bad thing. Personally, I love that someone is writing books that kids love—even if they are on a topic that doesn’t appeal to me. I was just never sure that I wanted to read another young adult book. “Young Adult Novel” makes me think of the old Sweet Valley High series that I devoured twenty years ago. The idea of reading about Elizabeth or Jessica Wakefield (and something tells me it would be Jess, not Liz!) dating a vampire really, really did not appeal to me.
But, I was out of books to read. And the three volumes of the series that I had borrowed from my friend were sitting on my bookshelf. So, reluctantly, I began reading Twilight.
And it is with that same level of reluctance that I admit I could not put the first book down. I was finished with it in just 2 days. And now I am nearly halfway through New Moon.
To my great relief, no one in the book transformed into a bat (did I happen to mention how much I really despise those creatures?) I can’t say, however, that I agree with the friend who said the vampire part was just background noise. Edward being a vampire is a very integral part of the story. Yes, the focus is on the romance. But the romance is between a human and a vampire. That makes it much more than just “background noise.”
Before reading this, I heard a lot of opinions on the book and on the way that Stephanie Meyer writes. It was hard to tune all of those things out as I was reading. While I couldn’t put the book down, I didn’t find it to be nearly as awesome as many people said. At the same time, it was not nearly as horrible as I was afraid that it would be. Even with the opinions of others in my mind, I was able to read it and draw my own conclusions.
I am going to say that I don’t think Stephanie Meyer is a particularly brilliant writer. The book is, in many places, very simplistic. Then again, it is a young adult book. That so many, um, not so young adults like the book is interesting to me—she wasn’t targeting a mainstream audience. It’s kind of hard not to admire the success that Meyer has had. Is that success due to the writing ability of Ms. Meyer or due to the marketing ability of her agent? I don’t think it really matters. In either case, it is an awe inspiring accomplishment.
There are passages in the book that I think are quite dumb and in some places—many places actually—where I think Bella is quite foolish. I mean, “it doesn’t matter that you are a vampire”??? For a supposedly intelligent person (the scenes in biology show that she is supposed to be quite smart), Bella sure acts dumb.
But the rush of first love as Bella and Edward get to know one another better—SIGH. It was just about perfect! In lots of ways, it reminded me of my high school days, when my husband and I were first building the foundation that has become our life together. No, our love story is not exactly the same as Bella and Edward’s story; I don’t think any two romances can ever be exactly identical. But Meyer did a great job of capturing those feelings.
So, even though I didn’t want to, I have to admit that I liked the book. And I am enjoying the second book in the series as well (even though I think Bella is acting like a spoiled brat at the moment!) I still have not seen the movies. I have mixed feelings on that. I think I want to watch, but I don’t see how a movie out of the book would work. Guess there is only one way to find out!
An early morning call shatters Caryn Becker’s world. Unable to cope with her brother’s news that he is gay, Caryn rejects him and disappears into her own turbulent like as a young widow and single mom. But when David is attacked and nearly killed, Caryn is forced to make hard choices about family, faith and her own future; choices that take her to the very edge of grace.
How many lies does it take to get away with murder? Magazine Editor Laurel Imperiole is vacationing in Florence, Italy, with Aaron Gerrard, Chief of Detectives of New York City’s 13th Precinct Identity Theft Squad. A chance encounter brings Laurel to a startling realization: she’s just bumped into a dead man: Jeff Sargasso, an art dealer and husband of a close friend who supposedly died in the World Trade Center on 9/11. When he vanished, Sargasso had been brokering the sale of a priceless masterpiece that was lost during World War II to CEO Alfred Hammersmith and billionaire Miayamu Moto. Hammersmith perished along with Sargasso on 9/11, and it is believed that the access codes to the $15 million deposit–ten percent of the asking price–died with them. Could Sargasso have faked his own death to steal the money? The painting’s whereabouts are unknown. Laurel enlists the help of private detective Helen McCorkendale, and together they follow the threads that lead from Florence, Italy, to New York. On the way, the women tangle with Israeli Mossad agent Lior Stern and several stop-at-nothing collectors. All are determined to have the painting for themselves. Ignoring Aaron’s advice, Laurel puts their volatile relationship in jeopardy. As Helen and Laurel search for Sargasso, the painting and the money, they find themselves enmeshed in a sinister skein of lies that could end in death.
She’s a savvy, successful real-estate agent blessed with a quick wit, a low tolerance for BS, a much better tolerance for designer vodka, and a gorgeous plus-size body. She has a dream house, a luxury car, and an appetite for life’s best–like good food and great sex. So why do all of her ex-lovers belong in the Losers Hall of Fame? Why does Rissey seem to her own special talent as a bum magnet?
Had Sherree G. Funk been writing Bible studies back then, I would not have had that problem.
In the Aerie of the Wolf is the third novel by author Leonora Pruner and the second that I have had the pleasure of reviewing. It started off slowly for me. The language used by Old Samson, a very central character to the story, was difficult to understand, though I understand it is right for the time period. Having to re-read passages of his dialogue made me consider giving up on the book before the third chapter. Now that I have finished the story, I am so glad that I didn’t give up.
The German War Machine is in retreat as the Russians advance. In Warsaw, Resistance fighters rise up against their Nazi occupiers, but the Germans retaliate, ruthlessly leveling the city. American Adam Nowak has been dropped into Poland by British intelligence as an assassin. During the Warsaw Rising he meets Natalia, a covert operative who has lost everything—just as he has. Amid the Allied power struggle left by Germany’s defeat, Adam and Natalia join in a desperate hunt for the 1940 Soviet order authorizing the murders of 20,000 Polish Army officers and civilians. If they can find the Katyn Order before the Russians do, they may change the fate of Poland.
