Well . . . I didn't finish Blue Moon because I couldn't figure out what the hell that ancestral werewolf spirit shit was all about (also I hate Richard and there was an awful lot of Richard in that book). So, I skipped to Obsidian Butterfly because I, too, love me some Edward and I figured this would be a good one - South American mythos! Awesome! Fantastic! I'm excited!
I got past the part where the Mayan (or Incan? Eh.) vampires were blowing werewolves for blood, but just barely (couldn't get past how inefficient, dumb and OMGOTH it was). I don't remember how much farther I read after that, since it was a long time ago, but I do remember why I stopped. After about the 300th time Anita had taken a break to internally agonize over what a monster she'd become, it suddenly dawned on me that. . . that was it. I couldn't read anymore.
She'd been getting progressively whinier in the last couple of books, and I just had enough. That wasn't the Anita I knew. The Anita I knew would have either accepted the fact that she was a monster, or worked to fix it - even if it meant killing herself. She wouldn't whine about it like a little bitch.
So I stopped, and thank god for that! If I'd actually read NiC or farther, I think my head would have exploded from sheer rage.
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Date: 2006-10-04 11:37 pm (UTC)I got past the part where the Mayan (or Incan? Eh.) vampires were blowing werewolves for blood, but just barely (couldn't get past how inefficient, dumb and OMGOTH it was). I don't remember how much farther I read after that, since it was a long time ago, but I do remember why I stopped. After about the 300th time Anita had taken a break to internally agonize over what a monster she'd become, it suddenly dawned on me that. . . that was it. I couldn't read anymore.
She'd been getting progressively whinier in the last couple of books, and I just had enough. That wasn't the Anita I knew. The Anita I knew would have either accepted the fact that she was a monster, or worked to fix it - even if it meant killing herself. She wouldn't whine about it like a little bitch.
So I stopped, and thank god for that! If I'd actually read NiC or farther, I think my head would have exploded from sheer rage.