


The witch, Diana, and a wait for it… Tall dark and handsome vampire, Matthew meet at a library in England where their lives change forever. It’s very much Romeo and Juliet with the two main characters coming from different families, different breeds of human, and above all there is an ancient rule that says vampires, witches, and demons aren’t allowed to love outside of their own kind. One of the universal themes of the book is forbidden love. I resisted though, bought the book, and began to read. When a friend suggested A Discovery of Witches to me I was skeptical at best, because with reviews from The Sunday Times like: “Intelligent and off-the-wall, it will be irresistible to Twilight fans” I wasn’t convinced I was going to be excited by the book. I felt like the movies – I can only assume about the books – were sending some not so awesome ideas about love and life. Spurred on mostly by my own curiosity, I sat through the two movies contemplating what was on the screen in front of me: obsessive behaviour, manipulation, and teenage angst just to name a few. But I must confess: I saw the first two movies of the Twilight series. I haven’t read Twilight, but I’ve read/heard/seen enough people talking about it to know that it isn’t a book for me. I enjoyed the classic evil vampire and endured the nostalgic melancholy vampire, but the vampire fantasy genre really didn’t do much for me. The only vampire books I’ve really read have been Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice.
