And I used to have such good reading comprehension skills.
I've been reading Shiver, by Maggie Stiefvater, in my spare time for the past few days and thinking it was reasonably decent. Not magnificent by any measure, but okay, and the book itself is really pretty. Shallowness is prized in my culture, you see.
The main characters are bearable, the plot exists and is (semi-)coherent, there isn't too much repetition (there totally is), and the main male's teenaged poetic ramblings are suitably shitty. I try to think well of things, so when they're bad I assume they're intentional. If this is the actual best poetry she could come up with I'm sort of sad, but whatever.
Anyway, a few scenes come up where they're in bed together and I read a review - http://cuddlebuggery.blogspot.com/2011/03/shiver-by-maggie-stiefvater.html - saying that the male lead is annoyingly chaste and where are his balls why isn't he interested in sex etc. etc. and
I HAD ASSUMED THEY WERE BONING OFFSCREEN FOR ALMOST THE ENTIRE BOOK.
This is what I get for trying to read YA.
The main characters are bearable, the plot exists and is (semi-)coherent, there isn't too much repetition (there totally is), and the main male's teenaged poetic ramblings are suitably shitty. I try to think well of things, so when they're bad I assume they're intentional. If this is the actual best poetry she could come up with I'm sort of sad, but whatever.
Anyway, a few scenes come up where they're in bed together and I read a review - http://cuddlebuggery.blogspot.com/2011/03/shiver-by-maggie-stiefvater.html - saying that the male lead is annoyingly chaste and where are his balls why isn't he interested in sex etc. etc. and
I HAD ASSUMED THEY WERE BONING OFFSCREEN FOR ALMOST THE ENTIRE BOOK.
This is what I get for trying to read YA.