Oh. God. The *Pain*
Mar. 26th, 2004 06:25 pmOkay, she's broken me. I can't not snark her. But I'll do so behind cut-tags.
(warning, possible Incubus Dreams by Laurell K. Hamilton behind the cut tab. But mostly, snarking and sobbing.
"No, not another damn sex scene. "
Oh, honey, I *agree* with you. Please, God, no not another sex scene. I haven't even read the book, and already I know my eyes will bleed as I hammer nails into them each and every of the very numorous times you put me through one of those travesties of a sex scene. Even skimming them (which is the only way I can get through the very poorly written crap), it's too much. Why? Narcissus in Chains is why. Four hundred and forty-four pages of really bad sex. It was a PWP, a badly written one in which none of the characters did *anything* I cared about. And there was no point! *No* point.
Cerulean Sins was a little better, but the good plot that I saw was almost buried underneath, guess what? Sex! Jesus, woman, if I wanted to read sex, I'd go online and read it.
Oh, wait. I do.
I'm beginning to see every scene that isn't directly related to the main mystery as a barrier to the end of the book.
Very good. Becuase that's probably what it is. Not that scenes that are pure characterization stuff can't be good, but follow your instincts. And cut out the sex scenes. I can tell you that, this reader, thinks the aurdure is a stupid plot device designed to make it appear that Anita is coming out of her sexual shell. She's not, we get that. Anita will eventually have to face what she's doing is more than some mystical vampire sexual feeding thing. Great. MAKE HER FACE THAT ALREADY!!!! Don't just heap sex on sex again.
I begining to run out of different ways to do sex this book. We've done rough, more than once. We've down most of the positions that make sense when you're starting out a sex life, and at least one that doesn't. We've used the extra strength. We've used the idea of furry in new and interesting ways. We've done the vampire bit. We've done it this book.
No words. It's that bad. She's had that many sex scenes and varities and ...
No words.
I've been threatening to have a shirt made up, PLOT CALLED ON ACCOUNT OF SEX SCENE, INCUBUS DREAMS by Laurell K. Hamilton.
Again, Laurell, please see your previous work Narcissus in Chains
To make things worse, she's taking Edward out of this book. He'll be in the next, but, again, I have to wait. No matter. I'm most likely not going to buy this. I'll sit my ass down at Barnes and Noble and read it there. No money goes for this unless it entertains me as much as the books did pre-Narcissus.
I mean it is sex, and one of my rules is, it's got to be fun.
Or painful. Whatever.
At this point I'd rather see her talk to Micah and Nathaniel than anything else. Which lets you know just how much sex we've been having this time round.
*sobs*
(warning, possible Incubus Dreams by Laurell K. Hamilton behind the cut tab. But mostly, snarking and sobbing.
"No, not another damn sex scene. "
Oh, honey, I *agree* with you. Please, God, no not another sex scene. I haven't even read the book, and already I know my eyes will bleed as I hammer nails into them each and every of the very numorous times you put me through one of those travesties of a sex scene. Even skimming them (which is the only way I can get through the very poorly written crap), it's too much. Why? Narcissus in Chains is why. Four hundred and forty-four pages of really bad sex. It was a PWP, a badly written one in which none of the characters did *anything* I cared about. And there was no point! *No* point.
Cerulean Sins was a little better, but the good plot that I saw was almost buried underneath, guess what? Sex! Jesus, woman, if I wanted to read sex, I'd go online and read it.
Oh, wait. I do.
I'm beginning to see every scene that isn't directly related to the main mystery as a barrier to the end of the book.
Very good. Becuase that's probably what it is. Not that scenes that are pure characterization stuff can't be good, but follow your instincts. And cut out the sex scenes. I can tell you that, this reader, thinks the aurdure is a stupid plot device designed to make it appear that Anita is coming out of her sexual shell. She's not, we get that. Anita will eventually have to face what she's doing is more than some mystical vampire sexual feeding thing. Great. MAKE HER FACE THAT ALREADY!!!! Don't just heap sex on sex again.
I begining to run out of different ways to do sex this book. We've done rough, more than once. We've down most of the positions that make sense when you're starting out a sex life, and at least one that doesn't. We've used the extra strength. We've used the idea of furry in new and interesting ways. We've done the vampire bit. We've done it this book.
No words. It's that bad. She's had that many sex scenes and varities and ...
No words.
I've been threatening to have a shirt made up, PLOT CALLED ON ACCOUNT OF SEX SCENE, INCUBUS DREAMS by Laurell K. Hamilton.
Again, Laurell, please see your previous work Narcissus in Chains
To make things worse, she's taking Edward out of this book. He'll be in the next, but, again, I have to wait. No matter. I'm most likely not going to buy this. I'll sit my ass down at Barnes and Noble and read it there. No money goes for this unless it entertains me as much as the books did pre-Narcissus.
I mean it is sex, and one of my rules is, it's got to be fun.
Or painful. Whatever.
At this point I'd rather see her talk to Micah and Nathaniel than anything else. Which lets you know just how much sex we've been having this time round.
*sobs*