I accidentally stumbled into a strange land, you guys, and crabwalked out of there as quickly as I could.
It's the one-star reviews of The Martian on Amazon. I initially went over there because I'm a horrible person and have been meaning to leave my single star on this piece of trash and explain why. I would've given it negative stars if that was an option.
And then I observed that, apparently, fans of the book haunt the negative review pages, down-vote them fiercely and leave deeply intelligent comments along the lines of "lol you're wrong, the book is sheer genius, and also your other reviews demonstrate poor literary taste, and also 6000 people who love it are clearly right, and also let me fix your grammar for you, and also I pity you for not getting the book, and also I will pray for you, and also your're WRONG WRONG WRONG". I need that kind of adolescent drama over a book review like a hole in my head, so I chickened out.
...What was that even? Why don't I get such idiotic wave of "you're wrong!!" on my reviews of diet books, surgical tools and medical textbooks or, for that matter, any fiction book I ever reviewed on Amazon? Strange. I mean, seriously, with the level of batshit the male geek fans of The Martian have whipped up over there, all they need is to form a fandom and start writing femslash. Conveniently, there are three female characters. Two of them break into tears at some point to complete the emotional impact of a scene, and one says shit like "Fuck me raw" in business meetings.
If I needed any more reasons to hate The Martian with a power of a thousand burning suns, here it is.
Meanwhile, I'm rereading Passage, and I don't even care about the endless cycle of running around and missing phone calls, because the characters are fabulous and actually read like real people, and also HE SAW DEATH, AND IT LOOKED LIKE THE TITANIC.
...Two more weeks of OB. This is torture and taking forever.