Now, listen. I don't mind enduring with a novel. Hello? I loved all 7 volumes of The Search. What I am talking about is this new wave of half-baked novels that I feel are meant to just push out works at a butter churning rate that nauseates me.
It goes without saying (though this day it always seems to need to be said) that this is my opinion. MINE. Not everyone shall agree. Okay that's out of the way...
I won't pick on any one novel that prompted this post (cough cough), but I'm looking at you Darling Girls.
I know. I know. People LOVE this book. I don't rag on novels with living authors, because I believe it takes immense skill and talent to write a novel, and just because I didn't like it, does not detract from it's merit blah, blah, blah.
This book (and so many these days) rely on tropey, attention grabs, that are not very sound. Rather than the story leaning on it's own development, it uses what we know about (child abuse, SA, addiction, etc.) to propel it's story. You as the reader, come INTO the story with tons of information about things, and the author rides the coattails of that info and sends you spiraling towards a sickening end.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh- that's a digital scream. I am just so fed up. I am so busy with academic work, that I want to find something lighter to turn the pages of, but I am just annoyed over and over again.
I will be sticking with cozies for a while and see where that takes me. Alongside my beloved classics of course.
Rant over. Books I've graved recently....
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