It’s a booky week. I’ve been completely taken in by Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series. I’ve been jabbering about it to anyone who will listen that it’s going to be as big as Harry Potter (except not for boys or younger kids) and just as engrossing.
That’s what I miss about HP. I want to be engrossed in a story. The only downside of Twilight is that it’s a much more emotional book. (This is why it’s not really appropriate for younger kids. It’s not vulgar or violent, but it’s all about the angst and lurve.) The descriptions of serious break-uppy feelings were enough to make me hurt. I am curious what readers who haven’t been in a love-and-lost situation feel about it.
Anyway, the point is that Twilight is the first thing Stephenie Meyers wrote. And my own, personal Stephanie just sent me the manuscript for her very first novel. And just now I read a hilarious blog post about the dangers of smoking drugs (and self publishing). It’s called “Latawnya, the Naughty Horse, Learns to Say NO to Drugs”.
I may need to turn one of the illustrations into a teeshirt.