The latest news about Robert Pattinson being tapped as the new Bruce Wayne was certainly a big surprise for me. To be honest, I’ve kind of lost track of Robert after the Twilight movie franchise was over. Apparently, he’s had some roles that showed off his chops outside of the brooding, sparkly vampire we all loved. In any case, and after the shock wore off, I’ve come to slowly acclimate myself in the idea that he’ll give the role justice. Let’s hope. DC certainly hasn’t had that much success lately (besides Aquaman, that is). So if Robert does well, and if his hoards of fans come out to support this, he could potentially shut down the haters.
Today’s post is an homage to the books that restarted my love for reading. Say what you will about the books, but I know a lot of readers owe the same gratitude to Ms. Meyer. Regardless of all its faults, the series ignited everyone’s passion for reading again, particularly the YA genre. My reading taste has grown over the years, but YA remains in my arsenal.
In 2008, while perusing the bargain books at Walmart, a paperback copy of a book caught my eye. It’s predominantly black; the cover featured extended hands cradling a blood red apple. Nothing extraordinary about it but I picked it up, anyway. Little did I know that it would be the start of an obsession that I never knew I needed. It only took three chapters before I was sucked in. As immediate as the next day, I went and searched high and low for the remaining books in the series.
Fanfiction came next. Then, the hysteria of fandom. We’ve had many ups and downs, the Twihards and I. It was (and probably is still) a very dedicated and hardcore fans. We were passionate and more often divided about the whole RPattz and KStew pairing. But regardless of our stance, we were united in our love for the franchise.