Have you ever read fanfiction where the author introduces a new character and everyone immediately loves them for no discernible reason? Well then, you’ve pretty much read this book before even cracking it open. Oh, there are things going on in the setting that could be the basis for an interesting sci-fi saga, but they are just background noise compared to the interpersonal drama of this one screwed up royal family.
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Elemental: Destiny's Embers
In my last review I drew a distinction between fun bad and facepalm bad. Fun bad books may have terrible plots or characters but there’s a baseline level of competency that keeps the book readable. Sentences may be simple, but they are still constructed in a way that generally makes sense and the writing itself fades to the background, leaving you focused on what the actual story is trying to tell you. Elemental is not one of those books.
Electra Galaxy's Mr. Interstellar Feller
Thank you to the anonymous benefactor who sent me this book. This is a great example of the reason why I enjoy reading bad books. I ripped through this one so fast because it was fun bad not facepalm bad. It was an unintentional laugh every other page. As one might guess from the title, this is a (very) light sci-fi romance novel. A story of two space cops finding smugglers, love, and so much more in the middle of an all-male beauty pageant. How can I fail to enjoy that?
Magic's Pawn
Now normally I would consider a Mercedes Lackey novel to be low-hanging fruit. She knows her audience and she can tell them the same basic stories in slightly different settings as many time as she wants and know that they will be satisfied. And I know I will be amused and occasionally mildly disgusted. But hey, my husband brought this one home so I figured “Why not?” And when I realized that it was Mercedes Lackey trying to write a gay romance I knew it would be worth it.
Shadow's Daughter
I experienced a lot of flux in my enthusiasm level for this book. It starts out hitting hard on one of my pet peeves: made-up words. So many made-up words that the glossary at the end of the book is 8 pages long. So at first I hated it. Then I kinda started to dig the book when the parents of the protagonist didn’t immediately die and I made it past the halfway mark without her ever being sexually assaulted. By the end, I was back to really, really not enjoying it and I was annoyed that my expectations based on the first half of the book were dashed on the rocks of predictable plotting and a rushed ending.
Flight to Thlassa Mey
I hate this book. That statement is too simple to really contain the depth of irritation I felt while ever so slowly slogging through the mockery that passes for dialog in Flight to Thlassa Mey. I read a lot of bad books but rarely do I feel this level of contempt for one of them. Even the most phoned-in me-too version of Rand Al’don’tsueme’s epic adventures at least has something that feels like the author took pride in it. Maybe it’s a secondary character, or some interesting detail in the setting, or just some clever wordplay. Flight to Thlassa Mey has nothing endearing. It’s a book so bad that I couldn’t bring myself to stop my 11 month old daughter from gleefully tearing off the covers.
Vazkor, Son of Vazkor
Vazkor, Son of Vazkor. I’ve taken much delight in just saying the title of the book. Not so much saying it as announcing it. “Oh hey, what have you been up to? I’ve been reading Vazkor, Son of Vazkor!” with an appropriately grand gesture. It’s unfortunate that I haven’t been taking nearly as much pleasure in actually reading it. Luckily it was a short read. A short, very purple read. With a whole lot of rape.
The Quantum Rose
This is one of those stories about a buncha Mayans being abducted by aliens, genetically manipulated and given super far future tech and left on a new planet, exploring space and doing their own genetic manipulations to populate lots of planets while starting an empire run by a family of super telepaths, then losing everything with all the worlds regressing to Iron Age tech until Earth catches up with the space Mayans and everyone starts traveling the stars searching for lost weird humans again. Ok, really it’s a story about one space Mayan falling in love with one abusive guy and one alcoholic guy and the author pretends it has something to do with quantum physics. Read the rest of this entry »
The Unicorn Dancer
Usually books about unicorns require that the female characters be virgins. They also decide that the best way to bring about tension about the female/unicorn relationship is to threaten her with rape constantly. Except there was this one book I read many years ago about a teenage boy virgin who was a post-apocalyptic samurai with a unicorn best friend and he chooses banging his girlfriend over his unicorn pal who walks away sadly into the sunset, but I digress. This book is refreshing in that while the unicorn prefers the company of women, he looks for traits other than an intact hymen when selecting who he will allow to ride him.
Dragon's Tongue
I finished reading this book two days ago. I’ve been procrastinating when it comes to writing about it because there’s not a whole lot I can do to make it funny. It’s a pretty standard fantasy romp that has been executed well. I found little about the story itself objectionable. The writing occasionally tries to be more clever than the author is capable of but it never gets painfully self indulgent. But just when I think there’s nothing to say about Dragon’s Tongue, I remember the introduction.
