So, regardless of my questionable motives, I'm declaring my blog a Twilight-Free zone. I realize I may lose some friends over this, but I feel the need to take an official stand. Call it my platform, if you will.
I'm not saying you can't continue to swoon and gush elsewhere, just leave it at the door. And for those few of you that choose to stay, let me offer you an alternative.
Immortality? Check. Mythology? Check. Time travel? Check. All this, and more! This book is not for the faint-hearted, I'll warn you now. Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins, is raunchy and irreverent. It questions organized religion and societal norms. But more than this, it is a love story. A wonderful, smart, funny love story. If I were to ever actually be invited to join a Book Club (I'm not holding my breath...my neighbors can't stand me), this would be my number one choice (or maybe Irving's Hotel New Hampshire, but that's another post). I have read this book probably 15 times, and I love it more today than the first time I picked it up 20 years ago.
Maybe I'll start my own rogue book club, with me as the President, CEO and sole member. Watch out, Oprah.