Attention our Canadian Friends--Twilight is casting in Canada!

check it out!

Funny. Question of Day?

Apparently Rob has said that he thinks that girls would choose Daniel Radcliffe over him.
This is Daniel's response:

"I can safely say ... they would not. That they do not," Radcliffe said. "He is the much prettier and can be much more charming. And he can do that thing of being sultry and sexy. Rob can just sort of stand there and look at something and start to smolder. And I just can't do that. I'm a natural fidget."

What do you think of Danny's answer? Who would you choose? Why?

Welcome Future Members of the SVC

Our SVC coven leaders welcomed two new babies to the coven.

Kari introduced Piper Lynn to the world on January 13, 2009

Erin gave us lovely Elizabeth (Libby) Megan last night January 26th, 2009.

So far, so good. Congratulations ladies. Edward, eat your heart out!

Dakota Fanning to play Jane?

check out the gossip here

what do you think? would dakota make a good Jane?

Question of the Day

Jes had a really good question about whether Leah Clearwater being cut from New Moon was acceptable or not.

Today's question asks if you think any characters are expendable. Going forward in all of the movies, do you think any of the characters we meet are less necessary than others? What did you think of Lauren being cut from Twilight? Give us your thoughts!

Question of the Day

I just read that Leah Clearwater has been cut from the screenplay of New Moon!

What do you think? Do you think she will come into play in Eclipse? Is she important to you or not for the story?

I am abit surprised that I am dissapointed by this, I think her character would have added some much needed spunk!

Taylor beefs up!

Check out this interview here

Anyone else think that the only reason Anna Paquin won best actess for True Blood

at the Golden Globes last night is because the show is on HBO? I can think of no other reason why she would win. .. Of the other shows up for the nomination, I've only really watched the Closer, and Kyra Sedgwick is awesome in that show. Much better than a lackluster, stupid accent, uglyface Paquin in the worst show ever, True Blood.

Ok thats all.

Taylor Lautner is still Jacob Black

Via SM's official website and MySpace blog, Taylor Lautner will be playing Jacob Black in the film version of New Moon.

Check out the note from director Chris Weitz:

www.stepheniemeyer.com

Vanessa Hudgens as Leah Clearwater?

That's the rumor. Crazy, brilliant, boring?

Read more here.

Blue is for Nightmares by Laura Faria Stolarz

This is the first in a (sofar) series of four books... Silver is for Secrets, White is for Magic, Red is for Rememberance. I promised yesterday to post a Z~Z and Grimm friendly series, and this is it! The books were pretty fun--mostly about magic. The main character, Stacy, has nightmares that kind of seem to show some sort of impending danger for her or her friends. She uses different spells to help her figure out what is going on and stop the impending doom. I remember there being some romance, but in a PG or PG 13 kind of way. They were fun, easy reads, geared for middle school or early high school, I would assume.

The back of the book says
"'I know your Secret...'
Stacey Brown has lots of secrets--her crush on her best freind Drea's boyfriend, the spells she casts, and the nightmares that come true. Now she's dreaming about Drea and a psycho stalker. Saving Drea will take all the magic and courage Stacy's got. And everyone's secrets will have to come out."

Here is an exerpt I got from amazon.com.
They're always the same. Always at night, in the forest, looking for Drea. The sound of his body lurking somewhere behind me. Branches breaking. Leaves crackling. Wind whirring in my ears, watering my eyes. And the pain in my stomach-sharp, raw, scathing. Real.
My nightmares make me dread sleep.
I pinch the safety end of the razor blade between three fingers to write. Then I grab the virgin candle and carve the initials D. O. E. S. into the rounded side, tiny flakes of sparkling blue wax crumbling from the surface with each incision and every drag of the blade.
They're Drea's initials, but she doesn't suspect a thing, just keeps scribbling away in her diary, like any other night, sitting up in her bed, only a few feet away.
With the last curl of the S, I place the razor to the side and pluck a branch of sage from the drawer. It's perfect for burning, all dried up-the leaves shriveled, twisted and gray. I wind a piece of string around it for a cleaner burn, so it won't be as smoky, so I'll have less chance of getting in trouble. Then I drop it into the orange clay pot by my bed.
"Going to bed?" Drea asks.
"In a few." I unscrew the cap off the bottle of olive oil and pour a few droplets onto my finger.
She nods and yawns, caps her feather-tipped pen, and closes up the diary. "Just do me a favor and don't burn the dorm down. I have a serious history presentation tomorrow."
"All the more reason," I joke.
Drea and I have been roommates for a little over two years, so she's used to rituals like this. She rolls over onto her side and pulls the covers up to her chin. "Better not stay up too late. Don't you have a French test tomorrow morning?"
"Thanks, Mom." I watch as she closes her eyes, as her lips settle for sleep, as the muscles around her forehead loosen and relax. It's sickening. Even after midnight, with no visible trace of makeup, not a smidgen of cover-up, hair knotted up in a rubber band, she still looks perfect-angled cheeks; salmonpink, pouty lips; loopy, golden hair; and cat-shaped eyes with curled, jet-black lashes. It's no wonder why every guy at Hillcrest wants her, why every girl hates her-why Chad keeps coming back, even after three breakups.
I touch the top end of the candle with my oily finger. "As above," I whisper. Then I touch the bottom. "So below." I wet my finger with more of the oil and touch the center surface. I drag my finger upward, return it to the center, and then drag it downward, careful to keep the carved letters pointed in my direction so she won't see.
"Wouldn't it be easier just to wet the whole thing at once?" Drea asks, her eyes, open, watching me.
I turn the candle counterclockwise, blocking the letters with my palm, and continue moistening the circumference in the same fashion. "Probably, but that would confuse the energies."
"Of course," she says, rolling over. "How ignorant of me."
When the candle is fully anointed, I light it with a long, wooden match and place it on the silver holder my grandmother gave me before she passed away. It's my favorite holder because it was hers and it's sort of dishlike, with a curly handle that winds around the base.
I close my eyes and concentrate on the waning moon outside, how it's an opportune night to make things go away, how the sage and the engraved candle will help. I light the branch and watch it burn; the leaves curl up and dance in the orangy-yellow flame, then turn black and disappear, the way I pray my nightmares will.
When the sage is no more than ashes, I carry the clay pot over to the corner sink and fill it with water, watching the blue-gray smoke rise to the ceiling in long and curly swirls. I return to my bed and position the candle on the night table, Drea's initials facing toward me. Then I grab a black pen from the drawer and draw a capital G across my palm- G for grandmother, so I will dream of her tonight, so I will dream of nothing else.
I crawl inside the covers and watch the candle burn the letters away, the capital D in Drea's initials already half gone.
Then I close my eyes and brace myself for sleep.

Wicked Game By Jeri Smith-Ready

I'm rereading this book right now. I really liked it for its interesting take on vampires, action, and for a certain sexy vampire dj named Shane. I definitely recommend it. And bonus--I think theres a sequel coming out in May 2009. (Tomorrow I'll post about a Grimm and Z~Z appropriate series!)

LATE NIGHT RADIO YOU CAN SINK YOUR TEETH INTO

Recovering con artist Ciara Griffin is trying to live the straight life, even if it means finding a (shudder!) real job. She takes an internship at a local radio station, whose late-night time-warp format features 1940s blues, '60s psychedelia, '80s goth, and more, all with an uncannily authentic flair. Ciara soon discovers just how the DJs maintain their cred: they're vampires, stuck forever in the eras in which they were turned.

Ciara's first instinct, as always, is to cut and run. But communications giant Skywave wants to buy WVMP and turn it into just another hit-playing clone. Without the station -- and the link it provides to their original Life Times -- the vampires would "fade," becoming little more than mindless ghosts of the past. Suddenly a routine corporate takeover is a matter of life and undeath.

To boost ratings and save the lives of her strange new friends, Ciara rebrands the station as "WVMP, the Lifeblood of Rock 'n' Roll." In the ultimate con, she hides the DJs' vampire nature in plain sight, disguising the bloody truth as a marketing gimmick. WVMP becomes the hottest thing around -- next to Ciara's complicated affair with grunge vamp Shane McAllister. But the "gimmick" enrages a posse of ancient and powerful vampires who aren't so eager to be brought into the light. Soon the stakes are higher -- and the perils graver -- than any con game Ciara's ever played....

Question of the Day

Which Twilight series character are you and why?

Feed by MT Anderson

I think maybe Erin recommended this book previously? Its not a difficult read--I read it in the course of this afternoon. It kind of deals with some topics that you might be familiar with from the uglies/pretties series. Anyway, I've just spent like the past 20 minutes crying, so... I liked it but it did get pretty sad. (I should be posting a review of Betwixt... I really liked that one. Maybe later.) Here is a synopsis I found on Amazon

In this chilling novel, Anderson (Burger Wuss; Thirsty) imagines a society dominated by the feed a next-generation Internet/television hybrid that is directly hardwired into the brain. Teen narrator Titus never questions his world, in which parents select their babies' attributes in the conceptionarium, corporations dominate the information stream, and kids learn to employ the feed more efficiently in School. But everything changes when he and his pals travel to the moon for spring break. There Titus meets home-schooled Violet, who thinks for herself, searches out news and asserts that "Everything we've grown up with the stories on the feed, the games, all of that it's all streamlining our personalities so we're easier to sell to." Without exposition, Anderson deftly combines elements of today's teen scene, including parties and shopping malls, with imaginative and disturbing fantasy twists. "Chats" flow privately from mind to mind; Titus flies an "upcar"; people go "mal" (short for "malfunctioning") in contraband sites that intoxicate by scrambling the feed; and, after Titus and his friends develop lesions, banner ads and sit-coms dub the lesions the newest hot trend, causing one friend to commission a fake one and another to outdo her by getting cuts all over her body. Excerpts from the feed at the close of each chapter demonstrate the blinding barrage of entertainment and temptations for conspicuous consumption. Titus proves a believably flawed hero, and ultimately the novel's greatest strength lies in his denial of and uncomfortable awakening to the truth. This satire offers a thought-provoking and scathing indictment that may prod readers to examine the more sinister possibilities of corporate- and media-dominated culture. Ages 14-up.

Question of the Day

Ginger's last comment made me think...the SVC Coven leaders are all in snowy Minnesota right now. What state (or province, or non-U.S. country!) are you in? What Twilight destination would you like to be magically whisked away to?

I'm going to go with Isle Esme right about now...we've been getting way too much snow, and I want it gone once Christmas has past. I'm ready for spring now!