They do indeed sparkle. God help us. That's why they don't go out in direct sunlight - because their twinklywinklysparklywarkly marble skin would be too glitteringly obvious.
sighs.
If she's into
Twilight,
she should check out Holly Black, Cassandra Clare (yes, that one) and Melissa Marr. Also Melissa de la Cruz. And although I've not yet read Claudia Gray's 'Evernight', I bloody love her writing and venture to suspect that the novel will be awesome.
t /stealthy attempt to point 14 year old intern to YA urban vampire/fairytale fic that ISN'T PANTS. And that features interesting young women complete with spines, initiative, agency and personality.
(This is the same sort of thing that drove me insane with Time Traveler's Wife-- that and the horrible authorial intrusion.)
Barb, can you explain this wrt Time Traveler's Wife ? I know you didn't like it the way I did, but I'm not sure what you mean here.
Same here. I loved that book to pieces, and part of the reason was
because
Niffenegger was so internally consistent.
Is there any downside to being a vampire in this verse?
Well, he still can't go out in daylight because he's just too pretty or something.
Getting vamped makes you more of a Mary Sue than you already were.
Well, he still can't go out in daylight because he's just too pretty or something.
Oh my! I bet I would have LOVED this is 14, though
Oh my! I bet I would have LOVED this is 14, though
That's why I am reading the first one. Because it makes me giggle endlessly and I can see that my junior high self would have thought it was the best thing ever.
I'm trying to remember what I was reading at 14. That would have been eighth or ninth grade? I read The Mists of Avalon the summer before eighth grade, and then spent the next few years reading anything Arthurian I could get my hands on. Plus Jude Devereaux, Quantum Leap novels, Mary Higgins Clark, and Stephen King. So yeah, I probably would have loved the sparkly vampires.
At 14, I was reading a lot of Harlequin romances, checking out various nonfiction from the library (mostly history), and Stephen King. A year later is when I got into SF/fantasy (Tolkien, Heinlein, Clarke, etc.).
Skulduggery Pleasant, on the other hand, is delightful. I am loving 12-year-old Stephanie, with her guts and joie de vivre (...which I can't spell). And Skulduggery himself is cracking. So far Tanith has had only one chapter, but I was entirely enamoured of her. I do hope that she isn't evil/doesn't get killed off in an untimely fashion.
Oh my god, I *love* Tanith! "Come and have a go....if you think you're hard enough." Eeeeeeee!!!!
And Skulduggery himself cracks my shit up. He's totally Remington Steele. If, you know, Remington Steele was a skeleton. And of course I love Stephanie -- how could I *not* love a character who's THAT kickass AND shares my name?
Fay, you know there's a second one, right?
I do feel a sort of car crash curiosity. Much like with LK Hamilton, actually.
The newest Anita Blake caught my eye the other day, and I just had to read the book flap -- it's something about Anita having to go home with Jason (to his parents' home, or some other extended-family thing). Of course his family doesn't know he's a were-whatever, and so Anita is his beard.
(Although how can she be his beard if she's actually fucking him?)
(I guess she's his Beard of Normality?)
Anyway, I rolled my eyes forever and then put the book back on the shelf.
