Sometimes there are books you judge by their covers. Or titles. Or attractive 27 year old Italian physicist authors (see here). This was all three. And of course, as I should have known, that turned out to be a bad idea. Attractive 27 year old Italian physicists should stick to physics and not writing. Especially not writing about two broken people whose inability to connect makes me unable to describe them as "a pair." Starting out with the individual incidents that encouraged our two protagonists to go inward, there was so much potential, but by the final pages, it was all I could do to keep from screaming at the book on the subway, "GET OVER IT, YOU PUSSIES. MAN THE FUCK UP AND GREET THE REAL WORLD."
Sunday, June 6, 2010
but it's such a nice cover
Sometimes there are books you judge by their covers. Or titles. Or attractive 27 year old Italian physicist authors (see here). This was all three. And of course, as I should have known, that turned out to be a bad idea. Attractive 27 year old Italian physicists should stick to physics and not writing. Especially not writing about two broken people whose inability to connect makes me unable to describe them as "a pair." Starting out with the individual incidents that encouraged our two protagonists to go inward, there was so much potential, but by the final pages, it was all I could do to keep from screaming at the book on the subway, "GET OVER IT, YOU PUSSIES. MAN THE FUCK UP AND GREET THE REAL WORLD."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment