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Jan. 2nd, 2009 09:25 amFirst off, happy new year to all - I know for some of the people reading this, bits of 2008 seriously sucked, so my wish for 2009 is that the best of 2008 is the worst any of us have to put up with this time around!
Now, as anyone who's been reading my inane drivel for a while knows, I'm a voracious reader and my two favourite genres are crime and science fiction/fantasy (I conflate the latter because it really isn't two separate genres and hasn't been since forever, in my opinion, which is the only one that really counts around here...).
When I was at school, I had a major issue with English Lit and the dissection of storylines, to the point where I ended up getting booted from the class - this was, however, a move that backfired more on my teacher when I subsequently picked up an A in English Language. Now it seems that writing myself has created the monster my English teacher always wanted me to be. No more can I accept the shoddily-written or the badly-edited for the sake of getting my genre fix and I can only blame it on trying to put the stuff together myself.
I've been doing reviews on my Vox account, and I haven't caught up with myself yet, but the book I finished last night is a prime example. The book in question being The Summoner by Gail Z Martin, book 1 of a 2 book series. ( Cut for spoilers )
I guess it's not just me, but has anyone else been hit with the picky stick since sitting down at the keyboard proper? I can't be the only one, can I?
Now, as anyone who's been reading my inane drivel for a while knows, I'm a voracious reader and my two favourite genres are crime and science fiction/fantasy (I conflate the latter because it really isn't two separate genres and hasn't been since forever, in my opinion, which is the only one that really counts around here...).
When I was at school, I had a major issue with English Lit and the dissection of storylines, to the point where I ended up getting booted from the class - this was, however, a move that backfired more on my teacher when I subsequently picked up an A in English Language. Now it seems that writing myself has created the monster my English teacher always wanted me to be. No more can I accept the shoddily-written or the badly-edited for the sake of getting my genre fix and I can only blame it on trying to put the stuff together myself.
I've been doing reviews on my Vox account, and I haven't caught up with myself yet, but the book I finished last night is a prime example. The book in question being The Summoner by Gail Z Martin, book 1 of a 2 book series. ( Cut for spoilers )
I guess it's not just me, but has anyone else been hit with the picky stick since sitting down at the keyboard proper? I can't be the only one, can I?
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