Ok, I know this isn't the type of book I EVER go for (in fact, usually I avoid these books like the plague), so let me put up my disclaimer: I was stressed out with work and needed something TOTALLY mindless to ease my stress.
So. I'll start out by saying, this book actually was not half bad. I mean the writing style, sure...it was your typical mystery/romance/chick lit surface level and obvious story telling. But the story itself wasn't too bad. At least it kept my interest. Completely unrealistic and all that, but still...I kept turning the pages to see what crazy antics the character would get into next.
THEN...about 3/4 through the book, I had the urge to throw it at full speed across the room and spit on it. The story went from, "oh yeah right, that would NEVER happen in the real world" to,
"are you f*ing kidding me? Did I SERIOUSLY just read about plushies and furries?"
Yes. The strange, sexual fetishes of people who either dress up as animals or....have their way with actually stuffed animals. As in, the toys.
Now, I hadn't heard of these people since HIGH SCHOOL where we giggled and gagged at the thought of people walking this earth with us actually BEING like that. But, back in our denying brains somewhere, we knew it was all just too crazy and probably had to be true.
Now, at the age of 23, here I sat, reading a story that some adult (probably a good 10 years or so older than myself) actually turned into a publisher - straightfaced - who probably turned it over to an editor, straightfaced (maybe they happened the other way around, I don't know) - who then published it, shipped it, and sold it to bookstores and libraries across the country.
With a straight face.
Honestly, I was so disturbed. Not at the subject matter, (geez, I'm not that much of a prude!) but that people would even CARE enough to write that into a story (even a cheapy chick lit mystery like this one) or even CARE to pick this up and read it?!?! There are a million other books worthy of your time, people. Unless, your one of those plushies or furries. Then, I guess, by all means, read away. I'm sure there isn't too much out there to peak your interest...
Unless, maybe everyone else who read it was as blindsided as I was.
It's a trick, then! A scam! They don't tell you on the back of the book that the story will become completely ridiculous after you're all into the story about 3/4 of the way done and you're so angered you'll just read through the rest of the garbage just to see what could possibly come from this train-wreck of a story. I didn't feel so bad, considering I had only borrowed this book from the library (FBI: it was an accident! I didn't know) but I can't help but think that some people out there probably BOUGHT this book with their hard-earned money! I mean, this book was part of a series this author had written. What if the other books were completely normal (and "normal" is a generous word) and this one...I don't know.
Ok. I realized this is long enough to rant about a book I wanted to spit up my cheez-its on and stomp on in the corner of the living room. I digress...
The book was pretty much garbage, all around.
The End.
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