You know when you start reading a book and then a couple of pages in your hands start shaking with rage and your breathing gets all fast because you're SO ANGRY that someone was paid good money to write this and it is TERRIBLE but you're trapped on the F train with a bunch of hipsters and nothing else to read?
Just me, then? Huh.
I am pretty strict about only reviewing books I read from cover to cover (which is why 9,000 history books aren't reviewed here) but I physically can't read anymore of this. I was so mad -- not at the plot, which is standard romance-novel -- but the WRITING. Clunky and awkward and constantly making me growl at the page.
It's my fault for grabbing the book and not pre-reading a chapter, but I was in a rush, and I didn't notice it was Julia Quinn's first novel. She says in the preface that it's "less polished" than her later work, and I must say, yuppppppp.
Usually when I read something terrible I mark the corner of the page so I'll remember this, but 30 pages in I had folded so many corners I had to stop. I left this on a bench in the subway. I hope no one picked it up.
DNF
Originally posted 2007
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