i was a teenage alien

you ever go to the library and check out more books than you have time for? i do. all the time. if books were food you might say my eyes are bigger than my stomach. but i just can't help it. i can't resist the siren call of brightly colored ya in crinkly library cellophane.

that said, i took out I Am Number Four a month ago and didn't devour it on time. it didn't seem like much of a loss then, but i should have realized my mistake - my copy couldn't be renewed because of the dozens of people on the wait list. my suspicion is that things this high in demand must be good. um, i know i've been wrong with that line of thinking before (ahem, twilight, ahem) but i'm still gonna go with the thought.

i'm intrigued because the story centers on a teen alien on the run. and, let's face it, my teenage soul has felt more than a little empty since Roswell went off the air (note: telling people you watched the show for guest appearances of the ever-hip rock n' roller john doe does not get you any cool points. it only confuses fellow geeks). but i've stayed away because this sounds suspiciously like the plot of twinklevamp typer's (Ms. Meyer) The Host (a much better story than the one that made her famous, but not something i'd care to read again).

but, hey, i'm lazy and have let the internet settle the to-read-or-not-to-read debate. and guess what? that was a good decision! the trailer for I Am Number Four has got some pizazz! it's also got Glee's Dianna Agron. not too shabby, not too shabby at all. the only thing that might make this better is if she gets a doo-wop/hip-hop mash up to sing between moments of extra-terrestrial terror.