Twilight, hell yeah!
Aug. 15th, 2008 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jencatHeh. So as MovieCon and all the exclusive Twilight footage, yada yada, was actually this weekend already, I finally read Twilight Sunday night, which has been sitting in a bag since I bought it six weeks ago, and then kinda sat up late finishing New Moon last night, and stopped off at the station Smiths to buy Eclipse, which had been sitting right next to the other two on Monday.. And the buggers had sold out!!
As there's a seriously sickening lack of book shops in this bit of town (yeah, central London, shocking) mysugar reading binge has been cut off short as of this morning. I was marooned, Without Book, all lunchtime.... And all tonight... and, well, til the last two arrive from play.com, where I was forced to order them from as soon as I got to work this morning. Gah.
Oh lordy, I'm still not entirely sure why I feel so totally compelled to read them, but it's something approaching the compulsion that makes me eat a dozen krispy kremes in quick succession when nobody's around to see...
It's something like the bastard tweeny child of my Favourite Book Ever, Sunshine, and a bit of Buffy, and a lot of po-faced moping around, and then about 78 per cent Sparkle. The Sparkle cracks me up, and then makes me want to hide under a pillow for even managing to read the damn thing with a straight face. New Moon was a lot less Sparkle, sadly, but I'm ready to forgive...
What I shouldn't have done, obviously, was watch the trailer for the film tonight. Absolutely. Freaking. Awful.
I'm having Blood & Chocolate flashbacks, that's how awful. Where's the snark?! Where's the frickin' voice?
Why the, er, obsession with James? I'm not sure a five minute appearance in the book exactly deserves half the trailer being devoted to him?! (And I so very much did not get the impression from the book that there were baseball shirts involved in the game scene in any way shape or form. Because they look exceedingly stupid in the trailer.) And what the hell is going on with Edward's hair? It must have its own postcode at this point...
Have to go sleep now... the disappointment is seriously exhausting :o (
Heh. Also, MovieCon.... will be politely confiscating everyone's phones as we go in. This is, er.. new. And slightly paranoid.
As there's a seriously sickening lack of book shops in this bit of town (yeah, central London, shocking) my
Oh lordy, I'm still not entirely sure why I feel so totally compelled to read them, but it's something approaching the compulsion that makes me eat a dozen krispy kremes in quick succession when nobody's around to see...
It's something like the bastard tweeny child of my Favourite Book Ever, Sunshine, and a bit of Buffy, and a lot of po-faced moping around, and then about 78 per cent Sparkle. The Sparkle cracks me up, and then makes me want to hide under a pillow for even managing to read the damn thing with a straight face. New Moon was a lot less Sparkle, sadly, but I'm ready to forgive...
What I shouldn't have done, obviously, was watch the trailer for the film tonight. Absolutely. Freaking. Awful.
I'm having Blood & Chocolate flashbacks, that's how awful. Where's the snark?! Where's the frickin' voice?
Why the, er, obsession with James? I'm not sure a five minute appearance in the book exactly deserves half the trailer being devoted to him?! (And I so very much did not get the impression from the book that there were baseball shirts involved in the game scene in any way shape or form. Because they look exceedingly stupid in the trailer.) And what the hell is going on with Edward's hair? It must have its own postcode at this point...
Have to go sleep now... the disappointment is seriously exhausting :o (
Heh. Also, MovieCon.... will be politely confiscating everyone's phones as we go in. This is, er.. new. And slightly paranoid.
