- Jun 28, 2019
Well, at least there’s one book left. And then, I think this little foray will be over .Every fiber of my being wants to wretch at even the thought of the Nostalgia Chick thinking she's Frank Herbert's contemporary.
Having finally tried to force myself to read her latest fanfic...
If I hated her before, I REALLY HATE her now.
There's no way in hell this purple prose infested padded chunk of printed page - I love books too much to call this one - has ever seen an editor's pen. If it had, that editor needs to hang his head in shame, I would feel ill even working for the same company that proudly put its logo on the spine of this dreck.
Had this crossed my desk, it damned well nearly would be a page one rewrite, be it the large absence of any plot for much of the novel, or the prose that recalls the very worst of post-Twilight YA fanfics.
That's before we get into how she handles portraying PTSD, as only one whose idea of trauma is being chased off Twitter for saying rascist jokes could portray.
Her first book was amatuer hour, which hey, first novel, you can be a little rough.
Her new one though? No way in hell did she get a book deal out of anything other than name recognition, because this never would have made it out of a slush pile otherwise.
I feel revulsion knowing I have authors who pour thier blood sweat and tears onto every page and get turned away, and this utter hack got a three book deal.