So my 13year-old daughter brings this book home (Twilight) and I notice right off it's gripping her. Awesome, I think to myself. She's read a few books here and there, but not like this. I mean she races through her homework and instead of the usual phone/internet/t.v. watching/hanging out with friends time, she plops on the couch and lets Twilight carry her away. She's even reading it in the car whenever we go somewhere.
Fantastic!
Here and there I ask her about it, watching her face light up as she discusses this character or that. I'm thrilled the reading bug has bitten.
When she finishes--in less than a week, which is amazing in comparison to her normal reads--I ask if I can read it. She forks it over, handling it like it's the holy grail, and tells me to take care of it--a cute trait that I am all to familiar with myself.
So after two days, I'm done. Now comes the hard part. After five-hundred pages, and a good twelve hours of my life passed by, I now worry that my daughter is special...mentally challenged.
I mean come on, we all seem to forgive J.K. Rowling for her lazy prose, because the brilliant, engaging story overshadows the plethora of adverbs, constant redundancies, and unnecessary dialogue tags. However, Twilight does not have a story/plot to allow for such a forgiving nature.
*Sigh* Yes, I'm glad my daughter has discovered the joy and stimulation reading brings. No, I'm not happy it comes in the form of shite. Twilight is bubble gum at bubble gum's worst: short-lived flavor to be chewed up and spat out. There are some brilliant Middle Grade and YA works of fiction out there, I'm sure, and this ain't one of 'em. And damnit, I'm now on a mission to find some for her.
Just as soon as we get back from having her I.Q. tested.
Lyx
Fantastic!
Here and there I ask her about it, watching her face light up as she discusses this character or that. I'm thrilled the reading bug has bitten.
When she finishes--in less than a week, which is amazing in comparison to her normal reads--I ask if I can read it. She forks it over, handling it like it's the holy grail, and tells me to take care of it--a cute trait that I am all to familiar with myself.
So after two days, I'm done. Now comes the hard part. After five-hundred pages, and a good twelve hours of my life passed by, I now worry that my daughter is special...mentally challenged.
I mean come on, we all seem to forgive J.K. Rowling for her lazy prose, because the brilliant, engaging story overshadows the plethora of adverbs, constant redundancies, and unnecessary dialogue tags. However, Twilight does not have a story/plot to allow for such a forgiving nature.
*Sigh* Yes, I'm glad my daughter has discovered the joy and stimulation reading brings. No, I'm not happy it comes in the form of shite. Twilight is bubble gum at bubble gum's worst: short-lived flavor to be chewed up and spat out. There are some brilliant Middle Grade and YA works of fiction out there, I'm sure, and this ain't one of 'em. And damnit, I'm now on a mission to find some for her.
Just as soon as we get back from having her I.Q. tested.
Lyx
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