I enjoy the movies. I enjoy them because the actors are basically aware the source material is largely bollocks so they get on getting on. And Jacob is yummy even though that makes me feel like a dirty old woman. Billy Burke's moustache, also. It is just amazing. The movies can whiz by in an hour and a half and it doesn't matter that they don't have much to them because it's trashy fun. The books though. They basically read like a how to guide to having no self-esteem and they go on FOREVER. Poor Lewis being forced to read them! It must be like exquisite torture. His own personal hell. I told him not to go into the light.
I should link him to the m15m review by Cleolinda when he's done. It will be his reward.
Speaking of good, trashy fun, I am now on season 5 of Grey's Anatomy. It is ridiculous, but JDM is in them again and his smiling face basically makes me feel better about the world at large.
...Helios just stole my sock, the ginger bitch!