Mother had it right
When I received "Wraeththu" I was at her house (i have my books delivered there, as they are always when the postie arrives) and she flipped through it and was taking the piss out of the writing. I got all defensive and was bristling as if she didn't understand poetic writing.
But after I finished THK, I picked it up and read four chapters and OMG. So not impressed. Apologies to anyone who loves these books but unless it gets genius after page 65 I just can't stick it any more.
I guessed that Storm Constantine must be a woman (although it is a great name, specially for writing about hard nosed 40's private detectives) as the characters (all me) were such GIRLS. Weeping and clinging everywhere And anime clones too, all dressed in ripped leather, henna tattoos, unruly (but beautiful Suey hair) which is invariably long and amazing. in fact the Wraeththu (a new species of human, infected by what appear to be alien vampire types) are so Suey I couldn't help but think of them in terms of fanfic. They are IMPOSSIBLY beautiful, and only infect other beautiful = they are all men - they exude power and beauty. Violet eyes abound. They are psychic, telekenetic and all round perfect types.
Oh - and I failed to mention they are hermaphrodites too. They become hermaphrodites after they are infected. That's when I started to shudder, because I saw Mpreg in my future, and really if I wanted to read about beautiful girly men with girl bits I'm go over to deleterius and find me some bad fic.
However that's not the reason I gave up on it (and am releasing it in the wild to Book Crossing) but frankly the writing put me off. It's so bloody vague. Locus might consider it "verging on the Victorian Gothic with a decadence of Poe" but I just got annoyed with it. And as for the descriptions of sex? OMG.
A star of pain inside me shot out light like a comet. It was a signal. His face was serious, but he did not speak, just culminated our foreplay by laying me back gently on the pillows. I was in agony, but for a while he did nothing, almost afraid. Feverishly, I reached for him, calling his name. End this torment. Dark flower. Touch. The star of pain fizzed wildly and went out. Tides of another ocean washed me delirious. Inside me, deep inside me, a nerve, a second heart, throbbed, itched, desperate to be stilled. Something snaked out from the heart of the flower and licked it like a bee's tongue. The heat of liquid fire engulfed us, sizzling our sweat and I cried out. Aruna. Ecstasy that can kill. The poison fire that is narcotic. I could never have aimagined so much. The finest time of my life? There was something in what Seel had said. Later, others would bring sparks to my eyes, but that time, that first time... I could speak of it forever and never fully convey the magic, the power, the union that makes us strong. Nothing like the affairs of men. It is quite different.
Ick. And this is a sixteen year old virgin, who a few pages before says he's had no experience of sex and not much interest. How does he know about the affairs of men? Anyway, that's the general tone of the writing in sex and out of it and really, I can do without wading through a morass of idiotic vague description - Anne Rice Style - before I can work out what's going on. This is horribly unusual for me - when I start a book I usually finish it, because I HAVE to know what's going on, but with this? *shrug* I really couldn't care less. I hope the humans wipe the Wraeththu out. I certainly should. Weeping Psychic Telekenitic Hermaphrodite Vampire Sues have no place in any world!!
As Malfoy, you are rude, confident, cocky and like to have your way. You gain respect in the wrong places for your vindictiveness and malice.
I like it! Sums me up this morning, for sure!!! Bwahahahahahaha!!!
But after I finished THK, I picked it up and read four chapters and OMG. So not impressed. Apologies to anyone who loves these books but unless it gets genius after page 65 I just can't stick it any more.
I guessed that Storm Constantine must be a woman (although it is a great name, specially for writing about hard nosed 40's private detectives) as the characters (all me) were such GIRLS. Weeping and clinging everywhere And anime clones too, all dressed in ripped leather, henna tattoos, unruly (but beautiful Suey hair) which is invariably long and amazing. in fact the Wraeththu (a new species of human, infected by what appear to be alien vampire types) are so Suey I couldn't help but think of them in terms of fanfic. They are IMPOSSIBLY beautiful, and only infect other beautiful = they are all men - they exude power and beauty. Violet eyes abound. They are psychic, telekenetic and all round perfect types.
Oh - and I failed to mention they are hermaphrodites too. They become hermaphrodites after they are infected. That's when I started to shudder, because I saw Mpreg in my future, and really if I wanted to read about beautiful girly men with girl bits I'm go over to deleterius and find me some bad fic.
However that's not the reason I gave up on it (and am releasing it in the wild to Book Crossing) but frankly the writing put me off. It's so bloody vague. Locus might consider it "verging on the Victorian Gothic with a decadence of Poe" but I just got annoyed with it. And as for the descriptions of sex? OMG.
A star of pain inside me shot out light like a comet. It was a signal. His face was serious, but he did not speak, just culminated our foreplay by laying me back gently on the pillows. I was in agony, but for a while he did nothing, almost afraid. Feverishly, I reached for him, calling his name. End this torment. Dark flower. Touch. The star of pain fizzed wildly and went out. Tides of another ocean washed me delirious. Inside me, deep inside me, a nerve, a second heart, throbbed, itched, desperate to be stilled. Something snaked out from the heart of the flower and licked it like a bee's tongue. The heat of liquid fire engulfed us, sizzling our sweat and I cried out. Aruna. Ecstasy that can kill. The poison fire that is narcotic. I could never have aimagined so much. The finest time of my life? There was something in what Seel had said. Later, others would bring sparks to my eyes, but that time, that first time... I could speak of it forever and never fully convey the magic, the power, the union that makes us strong. Nothing like the affairs of men. It is quite different.
Ick. And this is a sixteen year old virgin, who a few pages before says he's had no experience of sex and not much interest. How does he know about the affairs of men? Anyway, that's the general tone of the writing in sex and out of it and really, I can do without wading through a morass of idiotic vague description - Anne Rice Style - before I can work out what's going on. This is horribly unusual for me - when I start a book I usually finish it, because I HAVE to know what's going on, but with this? *shrug* I really couldn't care less. I hope the humans wipe the Wraeththu out. I certainly should. Weeping Psychic Telekenitic Hermaphrodite Vampire Sues have no place in any world!!
As Malfoy, you are rude, confident, cocky and like to have your way. You gain respect in the wrong places for your vindictiveness and malice.
I like it! Sums me up this morning, for sure!!! Bwahahahahahaha!!!