I love to read. Walking into a bookstore is nothing short of heaven. It doesn't matter if it's a gigantic Barnes&Noble with a snazzy cafe in the corner or a tiny independent in a strip mall. Although, it does bug me that the Barnes&Noble cafe "serves Starbucks" but doesn't actually call themselves a Starbucks. What's the deal with that? I think they just use that as an excuse for when they mess up my overpriced coffee. But a poorly made coffee is just one of the perils an avid reader faces. The more insidious danger is picking up a bad read.
First, let me say that I didn't have a lot of hope for this show. It's based on a series of teen novels, of which I've read the first two, and although they were pretty good, they were definitely geared towards teens. You know, a lot of "Gee, does he like me?" and "Who are you taking to the dance?" type of stuff. So, I watched the first episode fully expecting that I might not make it to the second. And then they introduced Damon.
I love tribbles! Somewhere packed away in a box in the attic, along with a working Star Trek communicator, is a tiny little grey tribble that purrs when you squeeze his body. I wish I knew where, exactly, because my youngest daughter has just discovered the joys of ClassicTrek and wants to be a tribble for Halloween. A blue tribble. Why blue? Because she's only 5 and she wants what she wants. A lot of people would probably find this a weird costume choice, but I was so happy I could have cried. I'm growing my geek, baby!
I am a Total Fan Girl. Not the crazy stalker kind, or the must dress like my favorite character even at Christmas dinner kind, just the normal kind. If there are spaceships, vampires, or swaggering heroes...I'm there.