I read a review of the movie "New Moon" the second in the Twilight series of vampire novels turned into fodder for the silver screen or the dvd player as the case may be. In spite of the fact that I'm about the least interested movie goer of my acquaintance, I have tried to become conversant with cultural icons. Not literature, but like Harry Potter, the people's reading, and then the people's movies. I tired with Twilight, the first movie, I really did. But after 15 minutes of bad lighting, bad acting and long soulful gazes that did nothing to forward the plot, I gave up. So imagine my surprise to read that unlike the "good" first Twilight movie, "New Moon" stinks. NOOOOOO. I can't believe that it could have gotten worse. They made a really bad movie the first time around. And they managed to make it worse. Billions of years of evolution . . . and this is what we've come to. So in honor of the movie I didn't see, the book I'll never read, this picture of the new moon of mid November in Andover's very nice twilight.
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