themadpoker

I need to quit reading things by P. C. Cast, my brain is starting to atrophy. Like I start off rolling my eyes at the repetition of 'modern women are so special and way better then those oppressed women in ancient Greek times who never had an original thought' or the fact that switching bodies is not enough to stop her from turning the character's black best friend into a maid or the way her supposedly thirty-eight year old protaganist sounds nearly identical to teenage Zoey Redbird from her House of Night series (and let me tell you, Zoey's narrative voice was pushing it even with the she's an annoying teenager excuse) or how you know the story villainess is evil because she's kinky or the way she actually brings out the Goddess of Love to assure you the hero may not have touched a woman in ten years but it's because they're all frightened of him, he's straight okay, he just needs a ~modern woman~ (the sparkles are implied in the text).

And by the end my brain is leaking out of my ears and somehow I cannot bring myself to complain anymore. It's like I get Stockholm Syndrome around page 150 or something.

Rec me something that requires a brain flist?