Tuesday, July 21, 2009

A Not-Really-Review: Twilight

He pressed a fingertip to her shoulder. She couldn't breathe. His eyes dazzled. She was mesmerized by his crooked smile. He put a finger on her elbow. Her eyelids fluttered. His skin was cold. She touched his hand. He wanted to bite her. His skin sparkled. She wanted to be bit. It didn't happen. Instead, they went to prom.

The Not-Really Book Club meets each month in Sacramento.

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