I found the bottom of page 16 questionable, and it certainly made me flinch a little, but in the spirit of open mindedness I decided to continue. So it wasn't the following exchange that put me off:
'Get me a girl,' he instructed as soon as she came on the line. 'And make it quick.'
There was only one thing he needed right now: a fucking blow job.
Charming, no? Nevertheless, I persevered. Or attempted to. The absolute deal breaker was only on page 19, the drama-filled opening of chapter 1:
Loriana Garcia Torres was reading a novel. It was a good one.
Blow jobs and swearing I can handle, stupidly bad writing I cannot.
i used to eat books like that as a horny teenager, and would put up with any amount of dreadful writing in the hope that there might be some torrid sex scene buried in the turgid prose.
ReplyDeleteRosie, I may or may not have attempted this book for that very reason but found I just could NOT go through with it!!
ReplyDeleteI guess that means you're not a horny teenager anymore!
ReplyDeleteI guess so!
ReplyDeleteIt's still better than Cathy Lamb.
ReplyDeleteRyan - oh deary me - it's *better* than something?
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