New Moon opens this weekend. Apparently, teenagers and other assorted folks are all a-twitter. That’s both literal and figurative; the Twitterverse is ablaze with New Moon references.
I am not interested.
Perhaps it’s that I’m well past my teenaged years. Perhaps it’s that I have the urge to tell the star to wash and comb his hair, already. Perhaps the concept of teenage angst combined with vampire lore is a bit too much for me.
Or, perhaps, I was spoiled by Anne Rice. I was a fan of both her vampire books and her witch series. These were vampires for grownups. No teenaged yearning; these vampires acted on their desires. The books are a bit advanced for young adults, and so I understand that the Twilight series is more appropriate.
I haven’t read the Twilight series. I’m told by many that they’re terrific books, but I can’t bring myself to care enough to read them. Maybe that will change, but I have my own set of vampire books that have set the bar on the subject.
I’ll take Lestat.