Lord of the Night, Susan Wiggs
here it is--a book so awful that amazon didn't even have the cover art for it. yay.
but, well, i feel i should be fair. this book doesn't have coverart because it's over a decade, probably nearing two decades old now, and i don't know what compelled me to read it. maybe it's that it once won an award that was also held by outlander by diana gabaldon, and i felt like i was in the mood for some good romance. note, this is while i was still working a desk job, and so it's justified.
the result, however, is a read that was so bland and uninteresting i stopped reading it. twice. and then because i hate leaving books unfinished (and they were holding up bookmarks), i dragged myself off my ass and made myself finish it, but i pretty much rolls my eyes nonstop throughout. the ending does provide an interesting twist, but otherwise, the characters are as cliche as they come. i've never really thought cliche was annoying, just unengaging, but this book proved me wrong on that point. the female lead cannot be more of a damsel if she tried. and the male lead is apparently this big-shot detective, but generally lets his penis guide him to the next clue. end of story.
either romance really wasn't my thing after all, or there was nothing to this book after all. winning awards? seriously? i'd like to hope that it's reading OLD romance novels that's my downfall rather than that there are seriously people out there who still like this, because if this can win awards, then i am the second fucking coming. jesus.
now i can officially get rid of this.
