Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I really hate it when I read a book that is written poorly but I end up liking the characters and the story line has promise. Because I can't stop reading it, I just keep hoping it gets better. Then, oh boy, then, when I get to the end (the end of a trilogy, by the way, once you reach the third book you kinda have to finish it there, don't you think?) and you don't have an ending, don't wrap anything up, nothing, then you should be dragged out into the street with your laptop and forced to finish writing your story at gunpoint. You know who I'm talking to, Jennifer St.Clair. You pretentious bitch.