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Dear Author
Apr. 9th, 2007 08:57 amDear Author:
Please do not be using the Meg Ryan School of Thorazine-Flavored Obsession as the model for your central romance. After bitching out a guy three times and kissing him once, it is not normal, much less romantic, for your heroine to go stalking out of a restaurant and sulk in the car simply because he chatted (not chatted up) in a friendly manner with the waitress.
It's even creepier that she used her excuse of a morning jog to track his car down so that she could throw an even bigger fit when she sees that he wasn't hanging around the hotel for the heroine to throw bitchfit #17 at him. Sweetie, most men would be looking for other company when the nutbag they're trying to work with has an attitude of "Fuck off. No, I don't want to work with you. You talk funny. Okay, we'll do it your way because I need the money. Fuck off. *smooch* Fuck off. Nothing's wrong, I'm FINE!"
On the other hand, I suppose you have to do something to keep her occupied, because she's the world's suckiest sleuth. I mean, the last three clues were all but served on a silver platter by a butler saying "Your afternoon clue, madam?" while it sat there on the tray flashing CLUE CLUE CLUE in neon lights. And yet the bimbo you're trying to hang your plot on doesn't even bat an eyelash.
Your other series has a fair amount of charm and some decent plotting (except for that one big problem that I bitch about every review, but other than that...) So I was really surprised to discover that your character sheet for the latest heroine included neither maturity nor functioning brain cells.
Oh, and that "cute" bit where the guy got rid of his one-night stand by screaming "FIRE, FIRE, EVERYBODY OUT, I'm RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" and slamming the door in his panicking inamorata's face? Not so funny as you seem to think.
And I even paid for this one, so I truly mean it when I say No love and I'm going to be rethinking your other series,
Me
ETA: OMG, it gets WORSE! She's just started drawing attention to how she's the stupidest cat burglar *ever,* by rifling through an office, leaving the stuff she looked at *out* and then putting the originals in her pocket and copies in the file folder. While she was at it, she might as well have written "LOOK HERE FOR EVIDENCE OF ESPIONAGE" on it!
It's a good thing this chick is fictional, because anyone living who's that brain-damaged should be on life support.
Now I'm glad I bought this one, because if I was the one who asked for the publisher copy, I'd be honor-bound to try to review it. And I don't think Roget's has enough synonyms for "stupid."
Please do not be using the Meg Ryan School of Thorazine-Flavored Obsession as the model for your central romance. After bitching out a guy three times and kissing him once, it is not normal, much less romantic, for your heroine to go stalking out of a restaurant and sulk in the car simply because he chatted (not chatted up) in a friendly manner with the waitress.
It's even creepier that she used her excuse of a morning jog to track his car down so that she could throw an even bigger fit when she sees that he wasn't hanging around the hotel for the heroine to throw bitchfit #17 at him. Sweetie, most men would be looking for other company when the nutbag they're trying to work with has an attitude of "Fuck off. No, I don't want to work with you. You talk funny. Okay, we'll do it your way because I need the money. Fuck off. *smooch* Fuck off. Nothing's wrong, I'm FINE!"
On the other hand, I suppose you have to do something to keep her occupied, because she's the world's suckiest sleuth. I mean, the last three clues were all but served on a silver platter by a butler saying "Your afternoon clue, madam?" while it sat there on the tray flashing CLUE CLUE CLUE in neon lights. And yet the bimbo you're trying to hang your plot on doesn't even bat an eyelash.
Your other series has a fair amount of charm and some decent plotting (except for that one big problem that I bitch about every review, but other than that...) So I was really surprised to discover that your character sheet for the latest heroine included neither maturity nor functioning brain cells.
Oh, and that "cute" bit where the guy got rid of his one-night stand by screaming "FIRE, FIRE, EVERYBODY OUT, I'm RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" and slamming the door in his panicking inamorata's face? Not so funny as you seem to think.
And I even paid for this one, so I truly mean it when I say No love and I'm going to be rethinking your other series,
Me
ETA: OMG, it gets WORSE! She's just started drawing attention to how she's the stupidest cat burglar *ever,* by rifling through an office, leaving the stuff she looked at *out* and then putting the originals in her pocket and copies in the file folder. While she was at it, she might as well have written "LOOK HERE FOR EVIDENCE OF ESPIONAGE" on it!
It's a good thing this chick is fictional, because anyone living who's that brain-damaged should be on life support.
Now I'm glad I bought this one, because if I was the one who asked for the publisher copy, I'd be honor-bound to try to review it. And I don't think Roget's has enough synonyms for "stupid."
