_The Rapture Effect_, by Jeffrey Carver (A review)
I don't think I've ever read a book before where I actually hoped all of the characters would fail (and they are none of them villainous) and their worlds be destroyed, completely and utterly, and everyone would die, /knowing/ they had completely failed. That is how much the characters and the plot and the writing and the EVERYTHING annoy me.
If I stop reading now (about 50 pages left), I can pretend that it ends that way, even though the author gives every indication (from early on, too) that the Major Problems will be solved and everyone will get what they wanted (except some minor characters who got offed for Plot Development and Drama).
If someone were to ask me which I would rather reread, this book or Atlas Shrugged, the only book I feel I finished purely from spite, I would have to go with the latter, because at least enough time has passed that most of the pain has dulled. And now that I know more about lolbertarianism, I might find it more amusing or something. Even being made angry by a book would be better than the dull boredom that The Rapture Effect inspires.
I think I've spent as much time staring at the pages of this book and thinking about other things (mostly Why the fuck am I still reading this? WHY) as I have spent actually reading it. I cut my lunch short because I couldn't bear to turn another page.
If I stop reading now (about 50 pages left), I can pretend that it ends that way, even though the author gives every indication (from early on, too) that the Major Problems will be solved and everyone will get what they wanted (except some minor characters who got offed for Plot Development and Drama).
If someone were to ask me which I would rather reread, this book or Atlas Shrugged, the only book I feel I finished purely from spite, I would have to go with the latter, because at least enough time has passed that most of the pain has dulled. And now that I know more about lolbertarianism, I might find it more amusing or something. Even being made angry by a book would be better than the dull boredom that The Rapture Effect inspires.
I think I've spent as much time staring at the pages of this book and thinking about other things (mostly Why the fuck am I still reading this? WHY) as I have spent actually reading it. I cut my lunch short because I couldn't bear to turn another page.