The All-Nighter

So, last night a friend dropped off a book that I'd read about in Time. It's called Twilight. I started reading at about 6 or 7 last night - I tore myself away rather reluctantly and 1am... I was hooked! Of course, this would be the night that Rachel decided to wake up at 3am... She had pushed the teet into the bottle and emptied half the milk on herself and all over the cot. Since I'm not usually a night owl (the latest I can manage is 11pm, including new years - I know, it's pathetic) this is rather a big deal and considering I'm still wide eyed and bushy tailed, I'm really quite impressed with myself.
The book was described as a Pride and Prejudice kind of vampire story. Well, I don't know that I would compare the writer to Jane Austen... Although captivating, I wouldn't exactly class it in the same romantic prose. It is refreshing to have a story told without the irritating distraction of verbal abuse and rather pathetic soft porn. It's almost like when you developed into an adolescent and it became "cool" to swear, so everyone made use of the entire swearing vocabulary religiously through high school. Because anything goes now, writers are inclined to burden a story with really unecessary lewdness. Twilight fantastically avoids that - and although some parts get a bit slow and sloppy (I don't remember Jane Austen doing that... maybe memory fails me?) it's still a good read.