I read about fifty pages and put it down, and months later someone convinced me to finish it. I did, but it was sort of a train wreck "is this really happening?!" thing. I read about three pages of the next one, and I just couldn't do it.
I figured Cleolinda would tell me anything I needed to know about the plot.
I think my rule would be "Fic what you like, but don't be an asshole."
and get your own damn agent.
I figured Cleolinda would tell me anything I needed to know about the plot.
This is why I still haven't read
Breaking Dawn.
I didn't even bother picking up the copy that was at the thrift store the other weekend.
Breaking Dawn is...well, it's icky.
And I read books with dismemberments.
I enjoyed Breaking Dawn as much as any of the books but I don't think I can stand to see the movie.
I enjoyed Breaking Dawn as much as any of the books but I don't think I can stand to see the movie.
Are you kidding? It's the only one of the movies I've even vaguely looked forward to! I still think they should have gotten Cronenberg to direct it.
Also, and I know this is blasphemy, but like J.D. Robb's stuff, there was too much sex. I got bored and started skimming.
I don't know what's wrong with me, since I cut my sex teeth on Judith Krantz and the like and couldn't get enough back then...BUT I hate sex scenes in books now. I mean, if I am picking up Anais Nin, then of course I want to read sex. But I noticed how much I hated it when I was reading the Patrick/Angie Lehane books.
Or maybe I just didn't want to read Lehane-written sex scenes. Hmmm. Must ponder.
they should have gotten Cronenberg to direct it.
That's a very good point.
I think he already has.
Yeah, but not with swoony, dippy teen angst!