The Vampire Craze

Ever since Dracula first scared readers in the 1800's, vampires have become an active part of the publics imagination as beings of darkness and evil.
Then came Twilight...
I'll make this short and sweet: I'm not a Twilight fan, but I will not argue with all of you who are Twilight fans. I just think that vampires lost their bite (haha) a little with the Twilight books. For a while, vampires were more sex symbol then fearful monster.
I'm not a die-hard horror fan, but about a year ago, the book Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter caught my eye. I picked it up on a whim, it sounded like an interesting premise, and I'll read almost any book you put in my hands, so why not?
The result: I liked it. A lot. It surprised me how historical fact was mixed with vampire fiction into an excellent final product. I recently saw the movie version of the book, and enjoyed it as well! The movie was exciting, and visually arresting.
At this exact moment, I am reading the third (and final) book in The Strain Trilogy, which gives vampires back threir true evil and gruesomeness. There have been many spots in this trilogy where I shiver, and some pages have made me want to turn away, but I find myself drawn right back in. I have literally been unable to put these books down.
In conclusion, if you want a real vampire, read The Strain Trilogy, which really deserves to be read. If you want angst ridden vampires, read Twilight.
Until next time... :)
W.

Squeaky Rocker Bench Kind of Night

Early last summer, we bought a rocker bench for our porch. I'd never really spent much time on said bench, because of my work schedule and what not. However, my evening was free, and I had nothing to do, so I grabbed a book and decided to lounge on it for a while.
I'd just checked out a book from the library earlier today and hadn't yet had a chance to start reading it, so I flipped it open and soon was immersed in the book, rocking back and forth as I flipped through the pages.
Now, I'd heard some complaints from other members of my family that the bench was a little squeaky, but having never spent much time in said bench, I didn't believe them. I do now.
The squeaking didn't really annoy me though. It kind've added to the sheer enjoyment of my book ("Gideon's Sword" by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child for those of you who want to know). Also, the sound of the bench blended fairly well with the chirping crickets and the slight breeze. For a short while, it was pure heaven...
Then it got dark and with no light on the porch, I had to stop reading.
But I'm not really disappointed with that anyway. We've been busy with baling hay on the farm right now, and needless to say, it is not my favorite job. However, I now have something to look forward to when the evening rolls around. :)
Until next time :)
W.