A great example of a book I'd gladly light on fire (if it wasn't for the unnecessary CO2 emissions) is Twilight. The plot is a mess, the dialogue is dripping with cheese and the characters are insanely bipolar (not to mention that by the end they all drift into the same personality).
Usually my least favorite kind of novel is the romantic kind, I've only read one of that type that I liked: 'Crooked' by Laura and Tom McNeal. It's not like the mainstream romantic novels, and even although I would read it again, I have to admit it does a great job at keeping you entertained. My favorite part was when that one guy picked up a rabbit and used it to beat up that other guy (good thing it's just a book or else I'd cry for the rabbit).
The Crying of Lot 49 has a perception of romance. In a typical kissing scene both characters are in love with each other and have lived for this moment, not to mention they're both good looking (ahem Bella and Edward). Metzger has a pretty face but also middle-aged man belly and Oedipa is not the typical damsel in distress and is temporarily transformed into a beach ball, the the romantic scene between those two is further from being romantic than it is from being gross.
lunes, 16 de noviembre de 2009
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