
OMG, this book is taking me forever to get through. It's going so slowly for me. This is why I can't handle Primetime dramas. I don't give a shit about the minutia of people's lives. SOLVE A CRIME OR SOMETHING! BLOW SOME SHIT UP! STUPIDLY SNEAK IN SOMEWHERE! Good God, I miss the idiotic breaking and entering. TURN INTO A MINK AGAIN!
Alas, poor Plot! Remember it, Kim? It was thing of
of infinite imagination, of most excellent intrigues: it hath
borne me on many different adventures; and now, how
bored I am without it! my gorge rims at the lack of it.
Once there was action and I consumed it
oft. Where be your techniques of creating suspense now? your
pacing? your descriptions of long onyx hair instead of chest hair?
your flashes of lesbian desire, that were wont to set Ivy's couch on a roar?
Please F-list, tell me that this was like an off year for Kim, and the next book isn't this tedious. She's seriously killing my buzz with this shit. It's ... it's ... believe me when I say that I DON'T want to say this ... but ... it's starting to feel like reading Twilight! I'm just like, "Shut the fuck up
P.S. I'm guessing that Nick does something seriously douchey at the end of this book, because every seems to hate him, but about 3/5ths of the way through Book Three he doesn't seem that bad. Frankly, I would've left town for a while with Rachel tapping ley lines like it was her bachlorette party all the fucking time ... heating up her coffee and shit. Daaaaamn.
I'm actually kind of sad Nick'll turn out to be a huge asshole because so far I like him better than Kisten (fuck, what a stupid ass name ... apologies if there are any Kisten's on my f-list, I'm sure the name has a wonderful history that I'm just igorant of.)