The following are my favourite facts that flashed on screen during the “talent” portion of the Miss America awards.
- Knows how to give a cow a pedicure
- Almost swallowed a diamond
- Has Bieber fever
I was tempted to parody Collins’s tedious writing style in this post, but I don’t want to waste any more energy on this series. Fine, perhaps I’m too old for the style. But I’m certainly not too old to say that writing the climax / resolution to a three book series as if it were an afterthought is a disservice to everyone. As much as I didn’t enjoy the series, it deserved better. Oh well. Also, him?
I read the first three chapters and then lost my will to read anything ever again. I am not exaggerating — it was that terrible. Lesson learned = Harlequins are not for me.
I cannot emphasize this enough: I read this book because my BOOK CLUB was reading it. And no, I do not belong to a lame book club. We are awesome. While still relatively new, our past selections have been pretty good. So why this book? Well, someone suggested, and I agreed, that I cannot continue to make fun of / lambast books like this without having ever read one. We were each given two books to read: one more steamy and one less steamy.
Let’s start with the cover. Sadly, this book does not have Fabio on it. Instead, Handsome Stock Model is posing as a Navy Seal. Thus the clever pun in the titled: SEALed and Delivered. The letters are actually in all caps like that. The tag line (or I guess subtitle?) is, “A special package just for her…” and a little circle contains yet another pun: “Uniformly hot!”.
I started off with an open mind, and read the first 100 pages in one night. It was what I expected: not great writing, spotty editing, awkward contradictions, and brazen stereotypes. Not to mention a woman who, despite claiming to be modern and strong, of course succumbs to the hero’s charms the minute they meet. The steamy scenes are just that, full of descriptions as opposed to euphemisms (Blaze is Harlequin’s most racy imprint), yet still almost painfully cheesy and stereotypical. What should have taken me a day to read was stretched to almost two weeks. I just could not pick this up.
In the end, I think Harlequin is much more interesting, as someone pointed out to me, from a publishing business model point of view than for the content of it’s books. Harlequin’s website showcases a myriad of imprints, series, categories, and formats. A set number of titles is released like clockwork each month, to the extent that this novel, though published recently in 2009, could not be found on the site because it is so “old” — that’s why I had to link to Amazon. If you want to write a novel for them, there are precise and detailed instructions. And most telling is the fact that Harlequin’s home page is in effect it’s online store as well — this company makes it clear it is in the business of selling books.
Books that I will continue to roll my eyes at and not understand. I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it through the second one…
This is the first book I’ve read that actually made me mad when I thought of all the time I wasted on it. (Although I suppose my tolerance for this kind of crap is pretty high, since I’ve read all his other books.) Did he just stop trying? It seems to go only for supposed shock value — I mean, nothing is resolved in the end! (Oh… spoiler alert, I guess?)
I like to think The Da Vinci Code marks a sort of nascent awareness for me when it comes to books. I read it just before I started working in a bookstore, during which time I was exposed to a wide variety of books and opinions. I suppose The Lost Symbol marks an end to a good chunk of my naiveté when it comes to books (be they low-brow or high). That’s why it stayed at my parents’ place after I moved out. Yeah, The Da Vinci Code moved with me. SO WHAT?!