Why Do I Read This Trash?!?

22 04 2010

Ok, I admit it, I am a huge fan of vampire novels and movies.  I have been since I discovered Interview with the Vampire in the university bookstore when I was buying my text books.  (I am not going to say how long ago this was.)

I love the Sookie Stackhouse books and can’t wait for True Blood to start again in June.  I also enjoy The Vampire Diaries.  I love the original Dracula by Bram Stoker and Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) movie is one of my favorites. 

Some vampire books are spooky, some are scary, some are about loners others about vamps as an organized group of beings almost like us just immortal, all of them are sexy in one way or another but I think the books by Hamilton are overly sexed.  They use the vampires or other fantasy beings; fairies, lycanthropes, necromancers as a cover for what they really are, bodice-ripper romances with an urban, modern twist that border on pornography.

The first one I read was  Danse Macabre and although I am definitely not prudish, I was ready to put it down.  Of course I didn’t, I liked the story line, I kept hoping that the story would get more developed.  I recently read two more books by Laurell K. Hamilton – Divine Misdemeanors and Flirt – both of them are mystery/thrillers but both of them disappointed me becaues instead of developing great plots they got side-tracked into sex and then the sex took over.  I know to some of you out there this doesn’t sound like a bad thing, but if I want to read porn I will get something from the erotica section of the book store.

Every time I read a book by Hamilton I tell myself never again, then I see one in the library and I think what the heck, give her another try after all she has a huge fan base and she is always on the best seller list so there must be something good about these books.  Well, I just can’t see it.  It’s too bad, I wish I could come away from the books at least feeling entertained but I don’t even get that.  I actually feel that all I have done is indulge my prurient interests and over-indulged in voyeurism.

So, the next time I see one and am tempted to pick up, I will have to tell myself “just say no”, and walk away.

Both books were borrowed from the library.


The Worst Book Ever ….

10 03 2010

Angel Time by Anne Rice has got to be the worst book I have read since Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe.  Only Bonfire of the Vanities turned out to be great and this one was a total dud.

It just went on and on and on and never got anywhere.  What was that supposed to be about and exactly what lesson was Anne Rice trying to get across with it.

This is the blurb from the book jacket:  Anne Rice returns to the mesmerizing storytelling that has captivated readers for more than three decades in a tale of unceasing suspense set in a time past – a metaphysical thriller about angels and assassins.

The novel opens in the present. At its center: Toby O’Dare – a contract killer of underground fame on assignment to kill once again. A soulless soul, a dead man walking, he lives under a series of aliases – just now: Lucky the Fox – and takes his orders from “The Right Man”.

Into O’Dare’s nightmarish world of lone and lethal missions comes a mysterious stranger, a seraph, who offers him a chance to save rather than destroy lives. O’Dare who long ago dreamt of being a priest but instead came to embody danger and violence, siezes his chance. Now he is carried back through the ages to thirteenth century England, to dark realms where accusations of ritual murder have been made against Jews, where children die or disappear… In this primitive setting, O’Dare begins his perilous quest for salvation, a journey of danger and flight, loyalty and betrayal, selflessness and love.

Blah, blah, blah.  Unceasing suspense my foot!  This book has no real story and goes no where slowly.  Thank goodness it was short, I felt obliged to finish it because I could not believe how awful it was. I kept hoping that like Bonfire of the Vanities it would eventually pick up and make me glad to have perservered and been a  book that I enjoyed and got the message from. Angel Time did not do that at all.  It could have been an excellent book, Anne Rice is a good author who knows how to control and guide her readers.  This book fell so short of the mark. 

I feel that the publishing company has taken advantage of me and Anne Rice’s millions of fans and dedicated readers.  If this book had been written by a new or unpublished writer it would never have been considered as worthy of being put in print. 

If you are an Anne Rice fan and follower like me, don’t read this one you will be sorely disappointed.

Book from my personal collection.