Terrible author wrote a bad book

39  2019-09-11 by SuperToes845

21 comments

she got out of the pilot's chair and drew herself up, exaggerating the arch of her back and thrusting her bottom out to one side

When you try to write a sexy scene and end up describing a fart.

Pat writes about what he knows.

What’s with the “she” and “her” hate speech

I’m literally shaking!

"He smelled of musk, but not in a disagreeable way. He was also young."

Jesus, sounds like this corpulent queer would love one of Bryan Singer's parties.

Isn’t a musk another word for smell? He smelled like a smell?

Her smell is intoxicating

This is written by a gay man

Calling her First Lastname is not just lazy but makes your brain short circuit reading it.

And it's a rip off of Idiocracy's Not Sure gag.

I think it predates that. I think he’s straight up ripping off Snow Crash’s “Hiro Protagonist” and “Yours Truly”

He writes fantasy so he has an excuse why the characters don't think or talk like people.

Distractingly awkward dialogue has been a part of Thruxxton society for generations, child.

His writing style is so fucking lame. He really writes like a fat woman.

Eats like one, too.

He thinks he is witty by writing things like "the changeling incident". Nice world-building you fat-faced faggot.

It's so sad that he takes every single sentence to try to be overly elaborate to demonstrate how good of a writer he is when he's not a good one at all.

I play jazz and there's a saying about soloing that "you don't try to cram in as many notes as possible. Your silences are as, if not more important than your sounds."

Patso is throwing every note possible in there when he can't even play Hot Cross Buns.

Your silences are as, if not more important than your sounds."

There's a lesson Fatrick desperately needs to learn.

Everything he writes has to be either clever/witty or badass/epic. It comes off like the writing of an 8th grader who takes himself way too seriously.

He’s a faaaaag

This is objectively awful. If I was his editor, I wouldn't even know where to start. Perhaps the fireplace and a glass of scotch.