Twilight: How do you deal?

Thursday, September 8, 2011

How do you deal?

This week I went through a reading block. I firmly believe that if writers can have writing block, then readers can have reader block. For those of you who have not experienced the amazing (sarcastic) thing of readers block, to me it is when every book you pick up, your not interested in. I started to read a book called "Red Riding Hood" at the beginning of this week. I ended up twenty some pages into it and lost interest. Then I started "Afterlife" and I lost interest in it, but that's for a whole other post! Then I started the first book of the Morganville Vampires books. Got about ten pages in, saw something shiny and could not start it back up again.
I liked the sound of all these books. They all had something to do with romance, most were a mysterious kind of book, and all were supernatural. But once I started them, it was like something better came along and I could not handle finishing the book.
"Red Riding Hood" on the back says, "The blacksmith would marry her. The wood cutter would run away with her. The werewolf would turn her into one of its own." Yeah, amazing right?! To me the writing seemed a little...old? I know. I know. Mr. Hill always says "Push through the boredom! It'll get better." But I kept thinking "Wow! When will the boredom end?! Will I ever get 'hooked'? Or will I just read and read and read and eventually just be done with the book and not remember a thing?" So I eventually moved onto a new book (yeah, surprising, huh?!) and this one is actually pretty good!! It's called "You Wish." It's about this girl who has a sweet sixteenth birthday party and wishes "I wish my birthday wishes actually came true. Because they never freakin' do." Well to her utter surprise, they start coming true. To throw a twist in there, she has been in love with Ben for three years now and hasn't told anyone about her love for him. Three months ago her best friend started dating him. On her fifteenth birthday she wished "I wish Ben would kiss me." She has to stop the wishes before it's to late and her fifteenth wish comes true. It's good so far. I'll keep you posted (pun intended!!!) :)

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My favorite lines (weeks 1-4)

Week1: How big a loser do you have to be to coast into high school popularity on your parents? Still, I couldn't afford to turn my nose up at any acceptance I won, no matter what the reasons were.
That day passed in a haze for me. I drifted in and out of sleep-at least, somethimse it was sleep. Sometimes it was unconsciousness. I couldn't tell the apart any longer.
That was then, this is now.
News flash: that's high school.
Week 2: The cliques had formed within a day, and I was caught exactly in the middle.
Vic stared at us. 'Wait are you guys freaking out about the whole vampire thing?
You saved my life, Lucas,' Balthazar said. 'I guess that I owe you one.'
Lucas's eyes narrowed. 'From where I'm standing, this is a really bad time, period.
Week3: During gym, I get hit in the head with a volley ball and he teacher lets me sit out of class. It's not like I was doing anything other than standing there staring at the net anyway. I prefer to think of it as multi-tasking since I was deep in thought, trying to remember some of my childhood wishes and playing volleyball, even if I wasn't actually hitting the ball with anything but my head.
'Gumballs. And a pony.' I jerk upright. 'Uh-oh.'
If she abandons me on my birthday, just about anything could be fair game, right?
I am so mad at Nicole right now. She should have arrived at least two hours ago, but there's no sign of her. I flip open my phone and send her another text, what must be the twentieth one tonight: Please tell me timmy fell down the well and you're busy rescuing him. Five minutes ago, I sent: Did the birds eat your trail of bread crumbs and now you're lost in the woods? Ten minutes before that, I sent: If you're late because Shia LeBeouf decided to join your dinner, I expect pictorial proof.
Week 4: I'd been waiting for the vampire for years when he walked into the bar.
I'm going to miss that doll
'Hel-lo,' she said. For somer reason, she always sounded put out, as if a phone call were the last thing on earth she wanted. I know for a fact that wasn't the case.
Bill took the top off the bottle with one finger and took a sip. I tried not to look, failed. Of course he saw my face, and he shook his head. "This is reality, Sookie,' he said. 'I need it to live.' There were red stains between his teeth. 'OF course.' I said, tryin to march the matter-of-fact tone of the bartender.