If I had to pick a side in the whole werewolves-vs-vampires supernatural love affair that’s taken over YA lit in the past few years, I’d have to go with werewolves. I’d rather not choose either, to be honest. Bestiality vs. necrophilia? ICK. But when it comes down to it, vampires are dead no matter what the moon’s cycle. With werewolves, at least it’s just a certain time of the month that they are an altogether different creature to steer clear of. And frankly, how many of us ladies can’t say the same thing? Plus, I know I married an Englishman, but there is such a thing as being TOO pale. And in my opinion, immortality makes those vamps awfully smug. All they do is stand around being poetic and tortured. Werewolves get stuff done. If I had a daughter who wanted to date a vampire, I’d be afraid that she’d die of ennui. If she was dating a werewolf, I’d be confident that at the very least he could change a tire.
Archive: February 18, 2010