Two books in one review.
I slumped it together because after three days stuck with Marcus Sedgwick's "Swordhand",
I finished Stephenie Meyer's "The Second Short Life Of Bree Tanner" in 4 hours.
I distinctly remembered saying,
"No more vampirical crap!" after reading Swordhand.
But yet,
Unconsciously my hand reached out for TSSLOBT.
Swordhand held more darkness,
Yet so immature,
Because at one point,
Peter was just a kid,
And became an excellent hunter after many, many years.
And the children Sorrel and Marko,
Naive, young, and bitter.
It's just so different from White Crow and Midwinterblood,
The only thing that connects them all is the darkness poured into words.
Because this story is a novella from Twilight Saga,
We all know what happened to her at the end.
Yet it feels surreptitiously significant to know about Bree.
She really is just a child.
In human years,
In her second life.
If the Cullens could save her from Jane,
I wonder if she could live (almost) normally.
*sighs* I guess I need to find myself another drama novel.
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