Monday, August 15, 2011
LibraryThing Early Review
by Edmund Alexander Sims
My trip through E-books has been like eating too many sugary snacks.
You never know where the thrill of the unexpected comes from: by definition you can't chase it, but sometimes you stumble across it. I have absolutely reveled in the frontier feeling of reading current e-books (by which I mean neither classics nor literary fiction in an e-version). It makes me feel like I am sharing in what must have been the thrill of the first Victorian pulp publishing, or the first detective pulp or the first of the sci-fi pulp. These are highly individual, unpolished, self-published (or nearly so) and cheap. Super fun. More exciting than roaming a bookstore or a library.
Additionally, you all know by now that I’d rather be offended, even by faulty or irregular grammar, than bored by mass-marketing.
However, with this book, I found myself scraping the bottom of the barrel. It was below even my accepting standards on all accounts. Silly, pretentious, unintelligible. Unreadable. Unfortunate evidence for the old saying: you get what you pay for. A free sample of a book that retails for $1.99. Never mind. Time to go on a diet.
The marigold wonders nervously if this is perhaps a diet tip that can be turned into a book. No?