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Stephen King stole my line.

I never thought Stephen King was such a two-bit hack to resort to stealing lines from others. He just went public using my words!

"Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn."

LOL.

It's fine that people are starting to read more now, but the problem is WHAT they're reading. There are a lot of well-written, easy-to-read books out there, both by Filipino and foreign authors. It's just too bad that crap like the Twilight series are the ones that become popular. And let me just say one thing: Twilight, much like Dan Brown's only slightly better-written books, have only been catapulted into literary super stardom not because these authors blow you away with the way they put words together, but because of gosh-darned good MARKETING.

There is nothing even remotely good about the way Twilight is written. And it gives vampires a bad name by making them powerful, agile, good-looking WHINY AND WIMPY EMOS. What the hell. Even Lestat and his ilk, in all their gayness, were way cooler than Edward or any of Twilight's "vampires". And Lestat got to go to hell and back too.

Twilight = Sucky.

I mean, just look at the cover. What's that supposed to mean? Some sort of "forbidden fruit"? And just what is there in Twilight that is supposed to be forbidden? Holding hands and running a hand over an arm? Wow. So risque.

Some people keep justifying that "Hey, it's just for entertainment, why make such a big deal out of it?" Why is such a big deal? Because it's mindless, stupid entertainment. There are so many good books out there that are light and relaxing and entertaining to read without anyone having to resort to this muck people are calling a book.

I'd really understand if twelve year-olds were the the only ones running around like crazy and saying that Twilight is the best thing they ever read, yada yada yada. But to see adults, who are supposed to know better, tittering and giggling over this like juveniles is just annoying. Go back to high school, the lot of you. Ugh.

Writers are a dime a dozen nowadays, aren't they? Tsk. It's a sad, sad world we're in.


Comments

Anonymous said…
HERE, HERE! I totally feel you, man!
Tim said…
Down with Twilight! LOL. Thanks for passing by!

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