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I've read about 15 pages of Nightlife by Rob Thurman. I am not impressed.

That thing is going back to the library the next time I am out.

I don't like Cal's voice, I think his brother is a twerp, and for fuck's sake dear writer, please stop having to spell every single thing out to me. I just. Yes, OK, Cal is short for Caliban. Who is a character in The Tempest. Maybe leave it there so if the reader is unfamiliar with the play, they can look Caliban up to see what he's about.

(Also I have a peeve with that because I did The Tempest for A-Level and there is nothing about Caliban that makes him a monster. He's treated like shit solely because he doesn't act in a "civilised" manner like the shipwreck survivors who washed up on his doorstep. THAT'S IT).

(I may or may not have written a whole essay about this subject).

Oh, that's another thing. The constant wangst. He's not too bad when he's not doing it, but that's like one page out of fifteen. Seriously. OH I AM A MONSTER A BLOO BLOO BLOO.

I can't even stick it long enough to hope the elves are awesome (I bet they aren't).

(I mean sometimes I wonder why I still read the Rachel Morgan books (by Kim Harrison), because the author is WAY past stringing the story out now. But then I remember that I don't mind Rachel's voice, and that parts of the world she exists in are actually interesting to me. This book is nothing like that).