Nightlight

Sorta-kinda, but not really except in a sideways way, I have bought another installment of the Twilight Saga: Nightlight. No, it's not by Stephanie Meyer. That's why you've probably not heard about it. (I do want to say that, while the Twilight books are not the new modern example of amazing literary opuses, they are a fun ride. It's nice to read a little fluff now and then.)

I was perusing the shelves at Barnes & Nobel and stopped at the Twilight stand to stare in horror at the Twilight Blanket, Twilight Puzzle: And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb, Twilight Chocolate Bar, Twilight Sudoku, Twilight Dog Collar, Twilight Wooden Stakes and Twilight Garlic Tea Bags... (Most of those really were there.) As I looked down at the poor table plastered with black books, my gaze fell upon "Nightlight" a parody.

I looked at the back of the cover and Twihards will find this quite familiar:

"About three things I was absolutely certain. First, Edwart was most likely my soul mate, maybe. Second, there was a vampire part of him - which I assumed was wildly out of his control - that wanted me dead. And third, I unconditionally, irrevocably, impenetrably, heterogeneously, gynecologically, and disreputably wished he had kissed me."

I wasn't quite sold on that alone, but 10 minutes with Shy giggling (and snorting) over chapter excerpts hooked me and I pulled out my B&N gift card from Christmas.

So far, I have read the first chapter plus part of the second. I had to cover my mouth several times to stop my mirth from waking my napping son. Was it worth $13.95? We'll see. Of course, if I hadn't read the Twilight series, I wouldn't get any of it. So, I wouldn't recommend it if you have yet to delve into the Saga yourself.

I'm planning on posting a review here once I've completed the book, which shall likely take me a day and a half of kid-sleep-times. More fluff, but of the "inside joke" variety.

Until then, Dear Readers...