I was at J's baseball practice when a friend told me her twelve-year-old daughter, N, had read Grace River. N was lounging on the grass in front of us.
"Really?" I said. "It's not meant for kids..."
"It's fine," the friend said. "She reads everything. She liked it. Didn't you, N? Tell Rebecca what you thought of her novel."
N glanced at me over her shoulder. "It was okay," she said. "But I prefer books about vampires."
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Did you ask her if she liked REAL vampires or the lame-o sparkly kind?
ReplyDelete... Would've been my first question.
As much as I love a good bloodsuckers, I hope that not another vampire book or movie is produced for the next 20 years. A STAKE TO THE HEART OF OVER-SATURATION!