Oh, wonderful!

[sholio]

There was a book I read years ago, and then turned in to the used book store for trade credit, that I think of as the Worst Book Ever (or possibly just the crackiest). I have tried to describe this book to people occasionally, but I couldn't remember the name or author. Luckily, the nice people at whatwasthatbook found it for me! :D Now I can buy another copy and inflict it on people anew!

This review gives a pretty accurate idea of what the experience of reading the book is like -- you just want to keep turning the pages to see what else the author has decided to cram in there. (The sudden! surprise! telepathy! that only showed up when they had to communicate with people whose language they didn't speak was possibly my favorite thing, but there is so much more WTF in this book that even the review barely scratches the surface of it. I'd completely forgotten about the Aboriginal Spirit Guide (TM). And the dinosaurs!)

Comments

[ratcreature]

wow. Were both the author and the editor on drugs? Just how do these wacky things get published?

[sholio]

It makes me feel a little more confident about actually finding someone to publish me! After all, someone PAID to publish this! (And I bought it. And may yet buy it again. So I should talk. *g*) The plotting is even more haphazard and coincidental than the review makes it sound; it reads like the author plotted it using a D&D creature manual and a set of dice. Maybe he did. *g*

[ratcreature]

Though this kind of thing often makes just wonder whether the ability to do something decently is the important thing to get money for it. I see people making money with something even though they are crap at it, and then I often wistfully think "hey, *I* could be as incompetent as this and then get paid!" but clearly the crucial skill I'm lacking is the ability to get people to give me money for something despite not being good at it.