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1/13/1999 DudeI'm trying to decide whether to stick with the Yarbro books. I'm about 70 pages into Hotel Transylvania, nearly one third of the way through. It's not that it is poorly written; on the contrary, Saint-Germain is an intriguing hero and Yarbro has certainly researched the mid-18th century French aristocracy; there are no obvious historical gaffes. But I find myself remembering the words of a wise old woman I met when I was in college, who stated: "There are a finite number of books you can read in your lifetime." Given that, do I really need to assign nine out of that finite number to a vampire series? Although, God knows, I did slog through three of Anne Rice's vampire books, before giving up in disgust. "Dude means friend, doesn't it, Mama?" Daniel asked this evening as I was preparing dinner. "Something like that," I answered. "Why?" "Kevyn says I'm his dude. He said he likes dudes better than girls. He doesn't have girls for friends." And so it begins.... We took a walk after picking Daniel up from school. Daniel and Stephen had an on-going, ersatz snowball fight. Our snow of last Friday is nearly gone, now. Only a few isolated patches remain, but more than enough to provide the raw material for the boys' ammo. Daniel would scoop up enough snow for two snowballs, carefully shape one and hand it to Stephen, then prepare his own. I had to caution them about not aiming for each other's heads, but except for some wailing that ensued after Stephen received some snow down his neck, they both seemed to have fun.
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