'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
You know, if LKH had any online friends, they'd be telling her "Just walk away from the badfic, honey.
If she had any friends, they'd be telling her to take her meds. The early Anita Blake books must have been written before the voices started talking to her.
I've begun wondering if Obsidian Butterfly was ghost written.
you know, connie you have a point. or she has some weird issue with sex. -- As long as she can't write about it , she does a decent story. As soon as she adds the sex- goodbye story.
she has some weird issue with sex
Well, I think we all know that's true.
The comparison to an overwrought ficcer is ever more appropriate.
Customer reviews for poor old LKH's latest effort are pretty damn amusing. "It's all Mary Sue and porn, and the story languishes."
That blog clip is just so pitifully self-indulgent. I think she and Anne Rice need to have tea and whinge about how the readers just don't understand their suffering and the Greatness of their Art.
Oh, dear, oh, dear... From the Amazon reviews: Admittedly, Hamilton DOES try to give Micah new dimensions as a character, by giving him a traumatic background. Unfortunately, this trauma is that his girlfriend dumped him because Micah's Magnificent Member was, uh, too big for her to handle. It will move readers to tears... of laughter. And you can only imagine how the Magnificent Member's, uh, size has an impact on the rather icky sex scene that follows. Although since they have been together for a year, it's not clear why the size is suddenly such a problem.
ohdear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear... From the Amazon reviews:
And it is precisely the amusing trainwreck you would predict from those reviews. I made an off-hand comment to one of my co-workers about reading vampire novels; the next day she loaned me Micah. I read it on the bus ride home, and couldn't stop rolling my eyes and snickering.
I can't quite bring myself to buy it, and I haven't seen it in the library--nor have I really looked all that hard.
But my editor-in-chief's wife travels a lot, and buys LKH novels (among others) for the plane. Every few months the EiC brings a bag of them and leaves them in the lunch room. I'll probably grab it then. From the sounds of things, I'd better get my eye-rolling exercises underway so I don't sprain anything when the time comes.