Again With The Bad Book

So I finished Towelhead on Sunday and all I can say is what the fuck did I read? After reading such a dark disturbing book like that, I hoped that the next book I read would be better. It's not. I am reading Mean Season by Heather Cochran. It took a little bit to get into it, but eventually I started to really enjoy it. Only to get to chapter 19, where someone important dies. I almost tossed the book across the room when I got to that part. And I think the thing that pisses me off the most is the author couldn't just come out and say that he died. It was this long dramatic thought of the main character thinking about coming into the hospital pregnant vs. any other situation. I can't believe this character was killed. I'm so angry! It has me so angry I don't even want to finish the book. I'd rather take a match and light it on fire.

Er....Like A Trainwreck?

I just finished the second book I checked out of the library, which was I, Michael Bennet by James Patterson and the ending.....I am disappoint, James Patterson. Or whoever actually wrote it. I really don't think he writes his books anymore. Not with the way they keep churning out. I can't even keep track of them anymore, of which ones I have read and haven't. I spent 10 minutes in the library the other day trying to remember if I actually read Eleventh Hour. And with the way they keep coming out, another Michael Bennet book better come out soon and that Perrine bastard dies.

Anyway, I am on my third book, which is Towelhead. And while it is an easy read, it's also difficult to read. There is an unbelievable amount of sex and masturbation talk, which you would think would not bother someone who is as sexually frustrated as I am, but it does, because I am not a fan of smut reading. Don't even get me started on that 50 Shades Of Shit shit, but let's just say I was not a fan of book burning until they came out. But the main character is 13 years old, and somehow she is smart when it comes to sex in some ways and completely stupid in others. Call me a prude, but I'd rather not read in-depth descriptions of masturbation, pubic hair, what happens when someone becomes turned on, and of a young man's erection. Unless I am reading a textbook on sexual topics, when proper anatomical terms are used.

I can't with sexual slang when it comes to the sexual anatomy. Either use the proper terminology or shut up. It's a penis and it's a vagina. Not a dick, pussy, cunt, or the absolute worst term I have ever seen in history, a mickey. I was reading a book one time and the usage of the word cunt to describe the main character's vagina annoyed me so much I finally stopped reading it.

And the most irritating part of the book is her parents. There such a thing as being strict, but good Lord her father is insane. And in one moment her mother is all nice to her, and in a split second she is putting her down. Almost every character in this book seems to be verbally abusive.  This Amazon reviewer put it perfectly, minus the whole narcissistic personality disorder diagnonsense, because nowadays everyone has NPD, according to the internets:

Both of Jasira's parents totally lack affect, (both of them?), human decency and basic kindness. They appear to be suffering from narcissistic personality disorders in their absorption with self, their sense of entitlement, lack of empathy and arrogance.

Gee, those last 3 descriptions could describe me at times. Guess I have narcissistic personality disorder. *eye roll* Although....my last therapist asked me one time, "isn't that kind of narcissistic?". I don't recall why she asked me that. I think it might have been when I told her that a lot of times I don't care about other people's problems, but expect everyone to care about mine. I don't know how I ever got that mindset. It strikes me as odd for someone who loathes herself as much as I do that I do have times where I am a real narcissistic twat.

I don't even want to finish it because it is so annoying, yet I really want to finish it. Go figure.