Sometimes I feel like a vampire. I hate waking up in the mornings, I’m allergic to the sun (literally, but mildly), and if I could, I’d stay awake all night. Reading, finishing up homework, toying with the idea of yet another blog make-over, or simply listening to music. Too bad I have to wake up early.
In some previous life, I was, undeniably, a creature of the night, prowling the dark streets, captivated by views the sleeping would never behold. A member of a different world.
Yet I detest the deluge of vampire stories weighing down the book shelves of Borders, Magrudy’s and Kinokuniya. stacks upon stacks and rows upon rows of books that would never leave the false warmth of a temporary home. Unnecessary, and surely undesired, products of ‘unimagination’, of conformity.
Vampire Diaries.
Vampire Academy
House of Night
Vampire Chronicles
..and, no, I didn’t forget…’Twilight’
There’s no originality, no variety, but most of all no longing to spend as long as possible devouring every book in sight, because, in the end they are all the same. *sigh*
We’re losing our grasp on thousands of other worlds and giving way to one. A single genre, pathetically over-used and abominally exploited.
Potential Authors out there, I wish you good luck, but if you have something remotely ‘fanged’, ‘ pale-skinned’ and ‘nocturnal’ in mind, don’t even bother!
Random Me 