New Moon or The Box?

So guess what I saw this weekend and don't you dare say New Moon? The Box. I swear, it was one of the best movies I've seen since Donnie Darko (same director!). But I'm hearing New Moon is completely different from the first movie, which I hated, so I'm thinking maybe it will be better. I've read all the books, and they were okay. I'm not as big of a fan as I used to be, but they were okay. I don't really enjoy Stephanie's writing style, but it's okay for a quick simple read. I might see the new movie after Thanksgiving Break. Yay for Thursday and Friday!

New Beginning to a Book!

Is anyone else too absorbed in writing a book? Right now, I've done almost nothing but read and write. Here's another beginning to one of my stories:

I'd never seriously looked at my best friend Veronica Abrams for her appearance before that day in the middle of November. She was beautiful with long dark brown or even black hair going halfway down her back and dark brown eyes. With such pale skin, you could almost see her veins, and her eyes were a very dark brown that matched her eyes. She was skinny, but not eating disorder thin. In comparison, I looked plain with only shoulder length light brown hair and bangs so long they'd be considered side bangs. My dark blue eyes were neither as expressive or enchanting as hers were. She was almost like a mythical creature; she just had a glow about her.

If anyone else has a story they'd like me to post, email me at ilovekona968@gmail.com.

Hello, Everybody

Okay, so I'm new at this! Any suggestions that I should post should be sent to ilovekona968@gmail.com! Here's a topic to discuss:

Stephanie Meyer, Charlaine Harris, or both? Fight to the death!

P.S:
Is this a good set-up for a book?:
The light shone in from the large window on the right, illuminating Adrian's face, making him look halfway to normal. The light hid his eyes, shadowing the dark red coloring. Shattered glass surrounded him and suddenly I wanted to take a picture; I wanted it to be documented that he could look like a regular seventeen-year-old, that it was somewhat possible. White skin wasn's exactly normal, at least when you're not an albino. And I don't mean pale, like I am- at least as pale as you can get in southern Louisianna. His hair wasn't golden or black like they always described in the fairy tales that I used to know so well, it was a whitish-blond color that wasn't particularly identifiable. The light hit his hair and the moment of saneness was gone. His mouth opened, and the mouthfull of needle-sharp, pointed teeth wasn't concealed anymore.