A while ago I came across Stephenie Meyer's new book The Chemist at a bookshop, and took a picture of the first page. I also read it. How long did it take me to lose all interest in reading any further? Less than two pararaphs. Take a look and see if you can guess why.
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I have never read an opening to a supposed thriller that was this boring. It's every bit as suspenseful as reading about Bella Swan spending six plus pages making dinner and tidying up around the house like the good little woman she is.
Meyer really seems to love filling her books up with mundane crap about irrelevant things, and as usual there's no emotion or suspense to be found. Thank all that's holy her fifteen minutes of fame are apparently up; these days she's mostly just a punchline. Just like someone else I could mention, as a matter of fact.
I have never read an opening to a supposed thriller that was this boring. It's every bit as suspenseful as reading about Bella Swan spending six plus pages making dinner and tidying up around the house like the good little woman she is.
Meyer really seems to love filling her books up with mundane crap about irrelevant things, and as usual there's no emotion or suspense to be found. Thank all that's holy her fifteen minutes of fame are apparently up; these days she's mostly just a punchline. Just like someone else I could mention, as a matter of fact.
