But he’s not, so Shoaib Malik remains the love of my life.
I finished reading all 4 of the Twilight series a couple of weeks ago, so I thought I would share my views:
The first book was bad; the first film one of the crappiest I’ve seen. I’ve said before Robert Pattinson is sada ka constipated and Kirsten Stewart was really annoying as Bella, and I’m not saying this because like many silly girls I know, I like Robert Pattinson (I don’t) and feel if she didn’t exist, I would have a chance with him (as if, Sobia). There is a chance though, that I didn’t like the film because of the hype. Sky high expectations don’t help. And I don’t just mean this when reading a book.
The second book – better, although Edward Cullen leaves! Plus it was really really badly written, which everyone knows already.
The third book – Amazing. It was so much fun wanting to read a book again. I actually gave up sleep every night! And that one line after Jacob kisses Bella where Edward tells him, “I would kill you if it wouldn’t upset Bella”; seriously, the most romantic words ever.
The fourth book – it dragged a little in places, and a little boring because no one died in the end (except this villain-but-not-really girl), but nice overall.
I must say though that anyone with less oestrogen in their system than a 15 year old girl might not share my views on Edward Cullen. He’s so smooth. Seriously everything he says makes you swoon.
So I don’t like Robert Pattinson or Kirsten Stewart or Bella – she sounds a lot like Brooke Logan from The Bold & The Beautiful at times in books 2 to 4, what with still being devastated over Edward leaving, yet flirting with Jacob. You know, the whole “same but new but different but hate but love too but same but maybe new love” crap. He left her for her own good, even though it hurt him so much; yet not even 6 months later, she starts laughing and smiling again, and goes around hanging out with other guys – she would make such a bad Pakistani.
Technically, I didn’t give up
October 6, 2009
I started reading the biography of Saddam Hussein (by Shiva Balaghi) a couple of months before Ramadan, and because I love reading, it doesn’t usually take me over a week to finish a book. However, I’m still on page 93 of this book, with a good 200 pages to go. Yesterday I was carrying it out of work and one of my colleagues asked me what I was reading. I told him what an amazing book it was and lent it to him (with no plans of ever asking for it back) and ran to catch my bus before he could protest. Also, the reason I’ve been blogging so much is because I chose writing over reading when I’m in the bus, the whole time I put myself through it. I think I deserve a fun book now. Maybe I’ll finally start reading the Twilight series and see what the big deal is.
Its not that I can’t read heavy stuff, but this book was beyond boring. I also found out that it was used as a textbook, so I don’t think it should even count as a Book. I kept waiting for a secret romantic interest to turn up, but there was nothing. Plus, I wish they would use simpler names. I kept losing track of who was the craziest/most evil. Why can’t we just call them Crazy Evil Guy # 1, 2, etc?
It was the same when I read The Alchemist. Atleast I managed to finish that book, but whatever message Paulo Coelho was trying to get across went whooosh over my head. Why was the guy talking to the sun and mountains again?
So its official; I’m a bimbo. And this is further proof that stereotyping is wrong, because they say bimbos are hot.
