This book hurts...in the NOT FUN way.

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So I'm reading Incubus Dreams right now. And I have to share a really annoying thing.



I just finished the part where Anita is talking to detective Arnet on the street curb...and, pet peeve ahoy! Anita does the internal monologue thing, part of it I shall post here: "How do you explain color to the blind? How to explain that pain can be pleasure to someone who isn’t wired that way? You can’t, not really, but I tried anyway."

But...she didn't even really try!!! Arnet stayed pissy 'cause Anita pussyfooted around the issue. Frankly, the whole argument probably would have halted if Anita had done two things: explained that what happened on stage WAS consentual, because if it wasn't then it probably would have been reported 'cause...yanno...that would have made it ILLEGAL. As to the whole pain/pleasure how-to-explain-it? Say to Arnet something like the following: "It's called MASOCHISM, look it up, it's in the dictionary."

Instead, Anita is unbelievably and detrimentally vague! ARG!

Sorry for this unbelievably short little rant...it's just a massive nuisance to me. I want to reach into the book and throttle Anita for basically making the situation worse when any intelligent person would have said two sentences to adequately explain things.

Though, to paraphrase Johnen Vasquez, this issue is a fairly small lump in a sea of crap. Worst...AB:VH book...ever.