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fembuckOkay, I'm sorry to do this to you all. But I'm going freaking insane and I cannot control it for any longer. I have reached my limit. My limit, 'tis reached. WWBC is killing me. Kim Harrison (who shall henceforth only be referred to as Cock Block - or possibly Cock Block McGee - by me) is killing me. *grabs hair and tugs and pulls*
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I've been patient. We all have. We have all been patient. Six books is fucking patient. But I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I'm like having actual physical symptoms due to the intense irritation and hateration (love you, Mary J!) Book 7 is inspiring in me.
Now, I'm pretty sure that if you've read Book 7, you probably know the scene I got to, promptly threw my hands up in the air and was like all:
Yes, it is the scene where Rachel goes up to the belfry to get her demon book or whatever and Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block volunteers to help her go look for it, because god forbid Rachel climb some stairs and carry a BOOK on her own.
You know what happens in this scene, and I knew it was coming. Really, I did. We all knew it was coming the moment Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block was invited to dinner, and we really knew it was coming when Robbie and Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block got their bromance on over Alice's cobbler pie or whatever. But even knowing that it was coming, I was not at all prepared for the reality of it ... or my reaction to it coming to pass. It was just so much more horrible than ever before this time.
I mean, Rachel/Crap for Brains ... aiight, whatevs. I actually liked Nick in the first and second book, and found him constantly being referred to as Crap for Brains in the fourth book hilarious. I dealt with it. Rachel/Kisten ... Kisten was an alright dude, Ivy liked him, and he was a not so secret Ravy shipper. Dude, also kept pressing for a threesome, which, you gotta respect. If I was him, I'd try to bang Ivy again while dating Rachel too. In fact I'd just watch them. So Kisten, I could deal with. I could probably even deal with Rachel/Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block (if I skipped all of their scenes together, which I have been anyway, so HA!). But I accidentally spoiled myself for what's gonna happen with Ivy and ...
Seriously, Cock Block. WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I'M A GOOD PERSON! I PAY MY TAXES! I LIKE PUPPIES AND KITTENS AND BROWN PAPER PACKAGES ALL TIED WITH STRING! SO, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!?!?!?!
*hyperventilates* *breathes into a paper bag*
I cannot pick up this book without my stomach clenching and a wave of exhaustion washing over me. I just want to hide under a blanket and sleep until Cock Block makes the pain go away. I literally have not been able to open the book in days!
Me: What the fuck is it with you? What don't you fucking understand? You got any fucking idea about, hey, it's fucking distracting having Ivy hooking up with a dude when she's head over heels in love with Rachel! What don't you get about it?
Cock Block: Some nutball said he wanted Ivy to hook up with a guy.
Me: Ohhhhh, goooood for you. And how was it? I hope it was fucking good for nutball, because everyone else is pissed off, aren't they? You are trashing my femslash!
Cock Block: Janine, I was only...
Me: You've done it one too many fucking times, and I ain't picking up another book unless there's Ravy. I'm fucking serious. You're a nice chick. You're a nice chick, but that don't fucking cut it when you've been fucking cock-blocking Ravy action for seven fucking books. Seriously, you and I, we are fucking done professionally.
Seriously, it's like:
SHIT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, BITCHES!
And ... I feel better now.
Once, again, I apologize for this bout of insanity, but I needed to get that off of my chest.
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I've been patient. We all have. We have all been patient. Six books is fucking patient. But I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I'm like having actual physical symptoms due to the intense irritation and hateration (love you, Mary J!) Book 7 is inspiring in me.
Now, I'm pretty sure that if you've read Book 7, you probably know the scene I got to, promptly threw my hands up in the air and was like all:
Yes, it is the scene where Rachel goes up to the belfry to get her demon book or whatever and Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block volunteers to help her go look for it, because god forbid Rachel climb some stairs and carry a BOOK on her own.
You know what happens in this scene, and I knew it was coming. Really, I did. We all knew it was coming the moment Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block was invited to dinner, and we really knew it was coming when Robbie and Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block got their bromance on over Alice's cobbler pie or whatever. But even knowing that it was coming, I was not at all prepared for the reality of it ... or my reaction to it coming to pass. It was just so much more horrible than ever before this time.
I mean, Rachel/Crap for Brains ... aiight, whatevs. I actually liked Nick in the first and second book, and found him constantly being referred to as Crap for Brains in the fourth book hilarious. I dealt with it. Rachel/Kisten ... Kisten was an alright dude, Ivy liked him, and he was a not so secret Ravy shipper. Dude, also kept pressing for a threesome, which, you gotta respect. If I was him, I'd try to bang Ivy again while dating Rachel too. In fact I'd just watch them. So Kisten, I could deal with. I could probably even deal with Rachel/Mr. I'm Fucking Irrelevant and Exist Only to Cock-Block (if I skipped all of their scenes together, which I have been anyway, so HA!). But I accidentally spoiled myself for what's gonna happen with Ivy and ...
Seriously, Cock Block. WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I'M A GOOD PERSON! I PAY MY TAXES! I LIKE PUPPIES AND KITTENS AND BROWN PAPER PACKAGES ALL TIED WITH STRING! SO, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!?!?!?!
*hyperventilates* *breathes into a paper bag*
I cannot pick up this book without my stomach clenching and a wave of exhaustion washing over me. I just want to hide under a blanket and sleep until Cock Block makes the pain go away. I literally have not been able to open the book in days!
Me: What the fuck is it with you? What don't you fucking understand? You got any fucking idea about, hey, it's fucking distracting having Ivy hooking up with a dude when she's head over heels in love with Rachel! What don't you get about it?
Cock Block: Some nutball said he wanted Ivy to hook up with a guy.
Me: Ohhhhh, goooood for you. And how was it? I hope it was fucking good for nutball, because everyone else is pissed off, aren't they? You are trashing my femslash!
Cock Block: Janine, I was only...
Me: You've done it one too many fucking times, and I ain't picking up another book unless there's Ravy. I'm fucking serious. You're a nice chick. You're a nice chick, but that don't fucking cut it when you've been fucking cock-blocking Ravy action for seven fucking books. Seriously, you and I, we are fucking done professionally.
Seriously, it's like:
SHIT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, BITCHES!
And ... I feel better now.
Once, again, I apologize for this bout of insanity, but I needed to get that off of my chest.
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Date: 2009-03-26 07:19 pm (UTC)Ah, okay. I obviously haven't read the novellas, so Pierce seemed to come out of nowhere for me. Like when his name was revealed, I was like "Who?" There was no drama for me in that reveal obviously, lol.
The point that was brought up a few times in WWBC is that she fell in love/lust with him 8 years ago and every relationship she's had since she has compared to him. He is apparently the pinncle of all that she wants in a guy.
*sigh* Didn't she just know him for like 24 hrs.? *sigh*
Having said that, he *can't* last.
I just find him horribly cheesy so far. The way he talks make me want to puke. He's too over the top. He's Mr. Darcy without the charm and wit, only the prissiness. I felt like I was reading a bad Harlequin Romance novel in that scene where Rachel saw him with her second sight.
Kim has said that she has at least 2, probably 6 more books to go.
*sigh* 6 more books is gonna really stretch my attention span. I'm already feeling like things are too drawn out. 2 more books I could deal with. But 6 more, if it's just going to be constant cock-blocking until the last one *deep pained breath* *whine* that's a lot!
I'm at work and typing at breakneck speed and not taking time to go back and proofread
Heh. Gotta love that. I was doing the same thing earlier. No worries :D