I have a confession to make. It has nothing to do with the marker stains on the couch (that was my 4-year-old, trust). The big reveal is -- I have not read any of the Twilight books. Once you get your gasp in check, there's more. I haven't read any Vampire Diaries, True Blood, Vampire Academy, Interview with a Vampire, Dracula or any of the legion of vamp-inspired books that are omnipresent in today's lit landscape. Not a single one. You can pretty much rest assured that if fangs and human blood are an integral part of the plot, I haven't read it. It's not a conscious choice. I don't see those titles and wrinkle my nose in disdain. With my limited time, I tend not to gravitate to our pasty pals when it's book-choosing time.
Curiously, I have seen many of the films and television shows. I happily sat through the first three Twi-movies (okay, one was on a plane so it was more 'uncomfortably' than 'happily'). I am a voracious viewer of Vampire Diaries and True Blood. I still worship at the altar of Buffy and Angel. I've also seen Interview with a Vampire and Dracula more than once. I am an avid reader, I swear. When it comes to my fantasy reads, however, I prefer pretty much anything but the fang gang. I like me some superpowers, mythological creatures, even depressing dystopia. Give me your werewolves, your faeries, your huddled masses of magic-folk yearning to practice the black arts freely. Sorry vampires, you are so not invited in.
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