Ok, I'll be the first to admit that I love vampires. Honestly, I do. BUT lately my love for them has been on the decline. Why?
Friggin' vampire romances, that's why.
I've got nothing against romances. They're fine. But go to Amazon and do a search for 'vampires' and the first zillion titles that pop up are friggin' vampire romances. Not just Twilight, either. It's like everybody and their mother has decided to jump on the vampire romance bandwagon and write a damn book (and self-publish it, of course). Hell, even I wrote a vampire romance back in the early '90s.
And that's fine for people who like those things. Honestly, the whole "vampire romance" subgenre reeks of necrophilia to me (after all, those guys are DEAD, as in ceased to be, pushing up daisies, singing with the choir invisible). And come on, how are sparkly vampires attractive? I mean, really? And how is touching (or...urk...BEING touched by) cold, dead flesh even remotely erotic? The whole idea of it just grosses the hell out of me. I mean, other than holding an "after-glow" conversation, you might as well fool around with a zombie.
I miss the days when vampires were actually BAD GUYS. When they were only concerned with drinking blood and killing, not being emotionally available. I like my vampires to be beastial and cruel, not sensitive and lovesick. Gag. Nowadays, the vampire has been defanged by romantic fantasy, and that's just not right people. It's just not right.
Bring back Nosferatu!
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I don't get the glittery thing either Becky, teenage girls will read just about anything. At least when you wrote that vampire story for me, the character you wrote after Joe in a fashion was evil, yummy and evil. :) LOL I like the vampires from 30 Days of Night more than the shiny vamps of today.
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