Twilight

Years ago when I was still a university student, the world seemed gripped with Pottermania and I couldn’t turn on the TV without mention of the ubiquitous scarred sorcerer. Stubborn as I was(and still am) I was adamant I would never succumb to this fad and I would never read a Harry potter book. Unfortunately, I was at my aunt’s (she had no internet access) and the only thing I had to entertain myself was “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban” , so I thought I’d give it a shot. To read it so I could properly stand up and tell everyone how I was right, they were wrong and Harry Potter was a rubish. I picked up the book and about 15 or so hours later I put it down. I now have a Harry potter sweatshirt and I’m in my thirties.

I really wanted twilight to be my new harry potter. That surprise that it was much better than I was expecting it to be , that diamond in the rough and to fall in love again. 50 pages in and I still think it’s horrible. It’s so bad, I’ve said if it continues to be this bad by page 120, I will tear out pages to eat it just so I could defaecate it like the piece of shit it is.

I’ve stopped reading for fear of cellulose poisoning.

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