do I always apologize for myself? For my music guilty pleasures (hello, Miley Cyrus) to my choices in literature, TV shows, Movies etc etc etc...Guess what? I don't care anymore. I like what I like and I have no excuses. There was a part of me that did not want to write this blog. Really. I mean it is embarassing enough but to put out for all the internets? I feel like a non-intellectual. I fell for the mass hysteria. Whatever. That's what I have to say about that. In a span of a few short weeks I read the series. Almost two of them during my vacation in Boise; which is why I would sleep in so late, the only time I could read was after Cait and Russ were asleep!
I figure at least I'm reading right? The writing really isn't even that good. It's purely the little girl inside of me. The one who cried when she saw "Forever Young" for the first time, at age um, six. So screw what anyone thinks. Because I will be locking myself up on August 2nd, thank you very much.
4 comments:
You are funny. And you are totally right. Who cares what people think? I don't. That's why I wear my pajamas everywhere...
Right on! You definitely don't need to apologize. I love a little mind candy.
Eh, who am I kidding? I love a LOT of mind candy.
My whole thing with Twilight has more to do with soccer moms giving the series the "best thing I've ever read" review. Those girls maybe need to expand their horizons just a little?
And even if you did want to give it such a review, rock on little sister for taking a stand!
p.s. I love running to disco and I will probably NEVER finish War and Peace. Does that help?
p.p.s I love Andy Gibb.
Missa, all of that helps. :)
I'd comment but I'm too busy reading every Esquire, Vanity Fair and GQ I haven't picked up since Christmas...
Read on, Bride, read on.
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