Better yet who reads it?
So I took a mystery book out of the library. Sounded okay; just a quick fun read with a cooking theme. Cooking themes are popular in mysteries; I guess a lot of cops or cop want-to-bes like to cook; and it is fun reading about foods I've never tried.
This book however, I'd gladly use to stoke the fires.
Yawn and a half.
Of course single, wealthy gorgeous intended victim falls for her cop/protector. The foreplay of misunderstood intentions and feelings lasts all of about five minutes but is kind of dragged on for what I'm assuming is the rest of the book. Of course everyone is too stupid to put together the odd recipes she receives with anything like a code maybe. Fingerprints aren't even discussed. Mysterious people do things like send her posioned champagne during a cousin's wedding via a little child. Wow.
The writing is about as exciting as mashed potatoes. The set up is like a bad photo of a masterpiece.
Where have all the good writers gone?
I don't mind a fun trashy novel but at least treat me like I've a mind of an adult and not a prepubescent trying to avoid homework.
blech....
Are you really that bored?
Posted by: muse at February 15, 2006 03:22 PMI'm appalled by this post. I'm a writer, and a good one at that, but it's not easy to write or come up with a storyline, and even once you have, there will always be hundreds of other little things you have to fix before you could ever even think of publishing.
SOmebody tried hard on that book, or at least made a half-hearted attempt, and you are now shooting it down like you're some elitist author yourself.
Everyone has to start somewhere, and it's not always so spectacular when they do. You can criticize a bad book if you want to, but don't announce it to half the world.
A dark figure, shrouded in mystery,
slips away into the shadows,
till he comes forward once more.