Books You've Thrown Away

[smockery]

Okay, I finished (by skimming the last third) Deadtown by Nancy Holzner. I should have known when the cover had a picture of a blonde in leather pants seen from behind that it was going to be THAT kind of book. But seriously, who would go out demon hunting in leather jeans (as they're referred to throughout the book) and stilettos? Why is it that in all these type books you aren't a serious demon/vampire/ghost hunter unless you're willing to gallivant all over town in leather and inappropriate footwear? Its going to Goodwill as soon as possible. UGH!

[spinsterliz]

I tried to read Celebutantes by Ruthanna Hopper and Amanda Goldberg. This book is hilarious. Too bad it's hilarious for the wrong reason, which is that it drops so many names, I eventually had to start laughing. It's supposed to be fiction, but practically everyone but the main character is actually a real person. The whole book is like, "So at the party, I walked past Madonna and Gwyneth talking and almost ran into Natalie Portman, who was wearing a really cute Chanel dress. Over at the corner Kate Winslet, looking great in Gucci, was talking to Martin Scorcese about a movie she wanted to do with Adrien Brody..." I am not kidding here, that's how the whole book reads. There's also constant product placement and shilling for famous peoples' services (Sonya Dakar facials, Sally Hershberger haircuts) and names thrown where they don't need to be (describing someone who chose not to get breast implants as being "unlike Pamela Anderson". Yeah, that's really necessary).

This book isn't even good for a drinking game because if took a drink every time there was a famous name dropped you'd be drunk within the first five pages.

[Sunnyhorse]

Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Sweet Jesus, what a collection of self-important drama queens.

[kanding]

Dec 30, 2010 13:25:57 GMT -4 Sunnyhorse said:

Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Sweet Jesus, what a collection of self-important drama queens.

YES! Starting with Siddalee, the narrator. Flouncing around, all, "I don't know how to love!" and jerking around her unbelievably patient, possibly terminally stupid boyfriend.

Sandra Bullock made her bearable in the movie.

[Peggy Lane]

God, I hated that book, which should've been subtitled southern fried cliches of the highly annoying kind.

[dwanollah]

I couldn't get past the whole "Her mother is ABUSIVE and all the shrieking of 'ya-ya!' in the world won't make that all better!"

[Smilla]

Sophie Hannah's Little Face. The ending is the mystery fic equivalent of Ewing coming out of the shower and declearing it was all a dream. Spoilered in case, but I really hope mystery fans here will just skip this author's work altogether.

[Witchie]

Something Borrowed. Hated every character in the book.

[Auroranorth]

Jan 17, 2010 14:55:53 GMT -4 smockery said:

Okay, I finished (by skimming the last third) Deadtown by Nancy Holzner. I should have known when the cover had a picture of a blonde in leather pants seen from behind that it was going to be THAT kind of book. But seriously, who would go out demon hunting in leather jeans (as they're referred to throughout the book) and stilettos? Why is it that in all these type books you aren't a serious demon/vampire/ghost hunter unless you're willing to gallivant all over town in leather and inappropriate footwear? Its going to Goodwill as soon as possible. UGH!

The covers alone usually put me off those books. I don't read much in that genre, but Patricia Briggs has a good series where the heroine doesn't run around in stilettos (she's a mechanic and tends to be sensibly shod. That's a heck of a selling point these days!)

[captain]

The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb

I gave it as many chances as I could but after the 3rd time saying "Oh come on!" I literally threw it across the room.