Last summer, there was a beautiful, creepy, romantic, and disturbing movie about vampires and love... and It wasn´t twilight! (taken from "donner's movie reviews") hell yeah, let the right one in is an amazing movie, Im not really into vampires and that stuff, but this was a beautiful movie, THAT was romance, THOSE were reals vampires, THAT was a GOOD book and a good movie.

twilight is a movie about hormonal, good looking and totally dumb teenagers with no real content nor mesage, oh, and for those who think s. meyer is actually a good (nay, a decent writer) try reading alejandro dumas, gabriel garcia marquez, mario vargas llosa, anne rice or miguel de cervantes (hell, I don´t like shakespeare too much but even him would be ok) because it would be like just like saying that daddy yankee is a good musician without knowing chopin or mozart's work.

bram stoker, Im really glad you´re already dead...
anne rice laughed out loud when they told her s. meyer was a writer...
david carradine, farrah and michael died because the main character of twilight glittered during the movie.