I’m not fussy over what I read. It depends on my mood. If I am in a trashy mood I will read a trashy book, but it must be proper trashily trash.
What I CANNOT STAND is the sheer pointlessness of some of the rubbish people stick in books.
Take this book I got from the library recently. It was quite obviously a bit of a James Herbert rip off, but nevertheless it looked readable.
Well, fair enough, the plot was fine, the characters weren’t bad, there was obviously a decent enough storyline floating along in there somewhere.
But oh no, the author had to stick in a whole lot of silly,silly, bits that had nothing to do with anything else in the book.
He’d go on about something one character said to another, next thing he’d cut to this long drawn out entirely unecessary scene with some inconsequential person who only pops up occasionally getting tortured, and what he screamed, and how long he screamed it, and what it measured on the Richter scale…
Godalmighty peple who write that sort of crap should just give up the day job and go and write for some crummy weekly magazine where the readers actually appreciate being spoon fed pointless sensationalism
Ok I’m done
