Stephenie Meyer or J. K. Rowling?
I’ve heard the former being compared to the latter.
I scoff at the notion.
J.K. Rowling created a Universe. Ms. Stephenie created a World. There is no comparison. Granted, it’s a world in which I’ve been spending a lot of my time lately, and I never blogged so much about the Harry Potter books as I have about the Sexy Vampire books, but still . . .
I could go all English major on you and write pages and pages, using quotes from the novels and other things to support my thesis, but as the mother of half the world’s population (it does feel that way sometimes) I don’t have the time. You, I am sure, would not have the inclination to read it.
So, that said, guess what my Friday night plans are? C’mon, you know this.
That’s right! A midnight release party for Breaking Dawn, the fourth book in the Twilight saga.
Now, I could go to the local mall bookstore, which is literally nothing more than a few book shelves taking up about half of the local Hallmark shop (and they are having a midnight release party, God love ’em); but no. As soon as McH gets home from work today I am out the door to:
* Drive 2.5 hours back to my home town,
* Meet my good friend and more devoted Twi-hard for dinner at The Cheesecake Factory,
* Do some shopping in the area (including, perhaps, hitting up the Bath and Body Works for some freesia-scented perfume or body spray),
* Go to The Great Big Book Store that has two massive stories of books and a Grand Staircase in the center for the party and book purchase*.
I kid you not, this book store . . . this book store . . . the first time I walked in, soon after it initially opened, my first thought was, “I wonder if you can rent this place out? It would be the ideal location for A~’s wedding reception.”
A~ would have been 8 at the time. But the girl loves books. Loves, loves, loves books. Which is why I plan to change her blog pseudonym to either Marion (as in Marion the Librarian, need to double check the spelling there), or Belle (as in Beauty and the Beast — remember that opening scene?). Anyway, that’s a topic for a different post.
I’ve got several topics for different posts that have been swimming around in my head for a while now. If ever half the world’s population could give me a little more peace, I might tackle some tough things. In the meantime, you all must suffer with the doldrums of my day-to-day life.
Really, why are you still reading? I mean, thanks for still reading, you are more than welcome to still read, but wow! Quality control has fallen down on the job around here.
In the meantime, I’m going to a party!
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt will most likely be unavailable until late Sunday.
*I was talking to some women at church this past Sunday who have recently read or are currently reading the first three books. When I told them about my party plans, one of the women (who is reading the books very, very slowly, which tells you she doesn’t really get into them like some of us) (and she is about my age) said, “Really? You’ll be the oldest person there!”
The swelling is going down in my tongue. And, I’m taking a camera tonight so I can get photo evidence that I am not the only OLD person who likes to go out with friends and have a little fun every now and then.