A question I’ve been asking myself this month: if you don’t have heaps of bubbles, a glass of prosecco and a good book—is there even any point having a bath? (Answer: nope.) As this October chill has crept in, and London has turned a little greyer and a little dirtier—my bubbles have become the highlight of my evenings. And these are the books I’ve been submerged in while I’m…submerged.
When Twilight first came out, and captured the hearts of teenage girls across the world, I flat-out refused to read it. I mean, it was a story about vampires—and I was trying to be one of the cool kids at school. My friends had to literally hold me down and dangle the book in front of my face before I deigned to read a word of it. (Of course, I then got totally hooked on it, read all four, and attended midnight screenings of the movies wearing a “Team Jacob: the Cullens don’t come here” t-shirt—but if you tell anybody that, I’ll have to kill you.) So trust me, I had zero interest in buying the 10th anniversary edition. That is, until Stephenie Meyer surprised us all by announcing that this time… the vampire was the girl.
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