Book Review (Bitten - Kelley Armstrong)

Contrary to what reviews say, to me, Armstrong has not done for werewolves what Rice did for vampires. The storyline is very predictable with unnecessary twists thrown in for the sake of lengthening a story that shouldn't have gone beyond the 10th page.

Armstrong delves too long in painting out everyday situations and spur of the moment incidents, that need not be explained. What I really hated were the overtly lengthy, uninteresting 'runs'. Not to mention the cold love making scenes, a failed attempt at spicing up a bland story.

Being her first effort, I think there is a lot left to be desired when it comes to style of storytelling.

The editing is also somewhat shallow. I understand that authors are reluctant to give up even a single word they've written, but that’s where the editor has to step in and help make the flow tighter.

I am yet to complete the book. I am hoping the climax will save Armstrong from being written off as a ‘me too’ writer.

Overall, very amateur! Skip if you’re over 16 years old.

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Cry

I see them stars

Like they was from mars

I see them flaming

Like rage unchanging

I feel the burns

Like hell descending

I feel the unending

Like in the beginning

It’s all so new

This pain is true

There’s no denying

That I love you

You’re devouring me

Like a piranha fleet

And all I feel is need

The need to lay and heed

You inescaple you

You undeniable hue

The coulors of destruction

The inevitable redemption

You cripple me like fire

Unplanned and undesired

But here you are

So near so far

I can’t see your starting point

All I feel is your taunt

Eternal and prevalent

Blazing and forever bent

I know I’ll never make it

My spirit knows you’ll break it

Today tomorrow the day after

There will never be rapture

I know I am dying for you

For you it’s been long due

So take it now and be done

Let us again be one

In death and afterlife

You’re the reason for my strife

I live I die I breathe for you

You’re the only reason I ever knew

To be continued…

I Hate Myself

All my friends think I am a pretend-asshole. I am not…I really am an asshole. I am so glad I have so few friends to worry about. I mean imagine a horde of a million, even a hundred, annihilating me for being an insensitive pretentious bastard (which I happen to be, minus the pretentious part).

First off, I’d like to tell everyone I’ve ever come across in this life, that I am me not by choice but by make. I didn’t choose anything for myself other than the jeans I wear and the faded t-shirts that I sheath my shoulders with. I didn’t choose this life, believe me!

Secondly, I never did go around trying to make friends with anyone. Well, if u liked me and if I could tolerate you, it was fine. But if u didn’t like me and I didn’t care for your company, you should have walked away then and there. It would have been best for both of us. You would have been spared this brutally truthful confession and I would have been spared the embarrassment I’ve had to fake.

Believe me, you are a nice person. Just not for me. Damn! I feel guilty now, which I simply loath. Wait a minute, What am I saying? I feel for you? Yuck! No, I mean I feel sorry for you for knowing me. Yeah, that’s more like it. You poor, imbecile. How hard it must have been, to try and learn to like a recluse creature like me. I feel sorry you put your trust in me.

Thanks to you, I am straying from the point that I was intending to make. A point I would have loved to convey in a line, but had to write so much to get to. Why? Because of you!

Shit! Does that mean I love you? Obviously not. You don’t have the recklessness of an Anz or the authority of a Maa. You definitely lack the defiance of a Sam or the adventurousness of a Koks. How can I love you then? No, I can’t even like you, to be precise.

Ok…so why am I talking to you? A nobody? Hmmm. I guess it’s because there’s no Anz or Maa or Sam or Koks to talk to. Anz, I don’t talk too often to because I don’t want him to know my weaknesses. Maa, she’ll ridicule me to oblivion with a barrage of insults (which by the way are well deserved), Sam, the less said about that situation the better (if ignorance is really bliss), and Koks, how can you expect a happy fairy to even concur that bad things do happen in this world?

Yeah it’s a sad situation. I am talking to myself and pretending that the world is listening to me. Hmmm. Did I say pretend? Yeah, it seems I did. Such a lovely word isn’t it? Pretend. And such a truthful word even. It’s something anyone can do without rehearsal. Once you’ve done it, you’re a master of the art. I know I am.

That brings me back to where I started, I hate myself. Why? Because I survive. How? By pretending. To be happy, to be loved, to be needed, to be indispensible, to be popular, to be fashionable, to be so many other things that I really am not. Why? Because I am pretending to be human. And I am really finding it fruitless and unrewarding.

Tell me how to escape this. I didn’t choose to be here, neither will I ever choose to leave by my doing. So, if I can’t do it myself, and if I can’t live with myself, what do I do?