So yesterday I heard like the most awesome thing ever:
Don't get me wrong. These books are absolutely trashy, ridiculous, petty, inane, cliche-ridden, superficial bit of a fluff and OMG I LURVES THEM.
I've always had soft spot for vampire-werewolf-conspiracy-drama-teen romance novels. I've read countless of them and I don't recall even so much as the titles of them, which is why I still love them. They are such insignificant crap that I undergo a kind of amnesia and their utter unmemorable-ness is exactly why I keep wanting more.
It's an indulgence that just lives in the moment when you are caught up in the crisis of "oh woe is me, I loves my pale faced purple eyed chiseled jawline sweetie but he wants to kill me more than sleep with me and his werewolf enemies will probably kill my family but oh he's so dreaaammy". They don't stay with you. The motifs and grand revelations do not haunt me in days to come so that just thinking about the book is enough, because there is nothing to think about. They are addictive, immediately satisfying, and if you're not careful that's all you'll ever want. Kinda like heroin.
I bought 2 of the 3 books during my last trip to California and read one on the way there and one on the way back. 2 out of 3 because only the first two were out on paperback and I wasn't going to spend $25 on garbage.
I'm insane but I'm not stupid.