I have even more bookish pet peeves for you today. If you haven’t already, you can check out parts 1 and 2.
Self-righteous, self-important MCs
I’m looking at you, Mare Barrow! Okay, I’ve never liked this type of characters, but after reading Glass Sword, I absolutely can’t stand this type of characters. Like, I am liable to beat my book with a spiked baseball bat in hopes that the character will feel it. Just no. Stop. I am a giant ball of rage when it comes to these characters.
Characters that constantly whine about how much their life sucks, how much they’ve sacrificed, how nobody’s ever loved them blah, blah, blah. We get it, your life sucks. This whole book is about how your life sucks. Now shut up already.
Missing glossaries, maps and other annexes
I read a lot of high fantasy. And I mean a lot. And if you’ve read high fantasy, you know that often the names are weird, the worlds are confusing and sometimes, there are even made up languages. Now, those are all awesome. I love complicated fantasy worlds and I love the added layer of complexity and authenticity that a made up language brings to it. But do NOT start putting phrases or words in your made up language unless you also give me a translation. I cannot begin to describe how infuriating it is when that happens. Also, maps are incredibly helpful. Because otherwise I have no context for your world and you can tell me that kingdom X is south of kingdom Y and that kingdom Y is north-east of kingdom Z, but unless I see it on a map, it’ll be confusing and frustrating.
Series that are unnecessarily dragged out
I love reading series. But a lot of the times, they’re just so dragged out. Especially with YA. Don’t get me wrong, I will happily read a 10 book series, if the story is interesting. If I can see that each book was necessary to the story and not just a dragged out exposition for the next book (this mostly happens with the second book in trilogies).It really pisses me off when that happens and it may determine me to just drop the series altogether.
I was nominated for this award a while back by Meghan @ Meghan’s Whimsical Explorations. Thank you Meghan!
- Announce your win with a post, and link the blogger who nominated you.
- Include the featured image on your blog post.
- Nominate ten bloggers (or as many as you can think of) and link your awardees in the post.
- List seven things you love about yourself. (This can be about your appearance, your personality, your achievements, etc.)
- Don’t use negative connotation (i.e. Don’t say things like – “I’m prettier than an average person.” or “People have told me I’m smart.” You are pretty. You are smart.)
1. I’m really smart. I learn things quickly and easily, I have a great memory and I tend to be at least decent at most things that I attempt, whether they’re academic or not.
2. I’m profoundly curious about everything and that prompts me to think a lot, to try and understand things and people and situations complexly and I’m pretty good at it.
3. I am loyal to the people I love and also fiercely protective of them.
4. I am a nerd.
5. I’m pretty good at figuring people out based on very little interaction and I’m right about people most of the time.
6. I am quite observant.
7. I have really beautiful eyes. Well, to be honest, I find myself to be quite beautiful. But I particularly love my eyes.
So yeah, this was a perfect opportunity for me to be my own conceited self. Thank you to Meghan once again for giving me this opportunity.
I’m going to leave this as an open tag, because I feel like in a world plagued by false modesty, it’s good to look at the things we love about ourselves and then let people know that we love those things about ourselves. So please, considered yourself tagged.
Secrets are a desert. The more you have, the more barren the wasteland is. You’d think they’d be a forest, deep and dark and hidden. But no, secrets are a desert. Lies are a forest. Dense and dank and murky. They grow with a life of their own and if you are not careful, you will lose yourself in them.
The thing about forests though, is that they’re cool and shady. So when your life is a desert, it’s so very tempting to grow yourself a forest. What are a few lies if you can get away from the scorching blaze of your secrets? Before you know it, you’ve surrounded yourself with lies, trapped yourself so deeply within the forest, you can’t even see the sun anymore.
But lies – they lie. For although you can’t see the sun anymore, though you no longer have its light to guide you, the desert is still there. Still as barren and endless and full of secrets. The sun still burns and you can feel its heat. The canopy of your forest amplifying it, containing it like a greenhouse. Suffocating. Demanding. And you can’t even see the light.
The truth is a river. It flows with life and strength. But it’s deep and terrifying, full of rapids and pieces of driftwood that crash into you. You can’t just rest on its edges, you can’t dip your feet in a little. You have to plunge right in. Because you see, on the edges of truth, is where lies are the strongest. A forest growing strong, fed by the river.
Secrets are a desert. Lies are a forest. The truth is a river. How do you survive?