I only got 1/4 through this bad book ( I hesitate to call it a ovel, as there is nothing novel about it) before I reached this offensive chapter and could read no more.
It goes like this: " Sparkle Sykes, stepping quietly out of her closet and moving cautiously across the edroom, followed the six-legged crawling thing that might have been a mutant baby born after a worldwide nuclear holocaust as imagined in the waking nightmares of an insect-phobic, fungi-phobic, rat-crazy mescaline junkie. " This string of pretty unnecessary comparisons is just a prelude to the real truth, revealed in the first sentence: " It wasn ’ t a baby. " Impossible! " she was half afraid it would turn to stare at her and its face would be so hideous that the sight of it would kill her or drive her mad. " How can she be half afraid when she thinks that she sheer stare of this creature can kill her or drive her insane?
The wall wasn ’ t nearly thick enough to accommodate such a monste.
All was as it should be. " ell, I do n't think that anyon is as it should be, since there was a scary creature touring the apartment just seconds ago, but then, what do I know ... " The girl was sitting in bed, propped up by a pile of pillows stacked against the headboard, reading a novel.
Nine year old boy, not only orphaned but also traumatized, standing in the sno ( why do such things never happen on a sunny day?), nevertheless not losing strenght!
If a writer wrote his first boo in 1968 and in 2012 writes crap like this, perhaps it 's time to call it quits.Okay, maybe I was unfair.
His late mother had said that his feet looked like they were carved by the artist Michelangelo.Mickey liked art.
Art was sexy. " Aw, crap!
Well, at least I ca n't see much of dreadful authorial intrusion, where the authot tries to ridicule what he does n't like by making a bad character take the position he does n't agree with, specifically oversimplifying it to make those who disagree with him look as dumb as possible ... " Great art wasn ’ t about emotion.
If it touched your heart, it wasn ’ t art.
If it made you think, it might be philosophy or science or something, but it wasn ’ t art.