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The Reality Dysfunction (Night's Dawn Trilogy #01) [ THE REALITY DYSFUNCTION (NIGHT'S DAWN TRILOGY #01) BY Hamilton, Peter F ( Author ) Oct-08-2008[ THE REALITY DYSFUNCTION (NIGHT'S DAWN TRILOGY #01) [ THE REALITY DYSFUNCTION (NIGHT'S DAWN TRILOGY #01) BY
Peter F. Hamilton
Dying of the Light (Mass Market)
George R.R. Martin
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Dreams of the Queen (The Brajj, #1) - Jacqueline Patricks,  H.G. Mewis I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I'm not sure how to write this review. I did not like the book for various reasons. A) Definitely not my cup of tea. The whole romance/relationship-drama stuff turned out to be a bigger part of the story than I had initially thought.B) I did not like the characters. I did not like Cass. I think she was exactly the crazy bitch one of the soldiers called her. She cares about no one but herself. she kind of reminds me of Bella from Twilight. I have no real opinion of Julian, nor Jeamon for that matter. They were there. I simply did not care about any of them. The relationship between Cass and Julian reminded me a lot of "got together young, at some point realized their relationship has been over for years but stayed together anyway because it was convenient, and they were used to it." Not the sort of angsty stuff I wanna read about in a scifi novel. C) The writing itself. I often have a hard time pinning down what exactly is bugging me about writing styles when it's not quite obviously bad writing. There were a bunch of typos in this book. The style was very descriptive at times She inhaled, pinned by his bright, indigo eyes and his dilating, catlike pupils. With his pale, sharp features she recognized him as humanoid but not human, though unbearably beautiful. - that was the first sentence where I stumbled over it, and that style was repeated often enough. Sometimes I was not really sure what the author was trying to say: Pride welled within Jeamon's breast, causing his heart to feel as the night wind in the trees.or His breath hitched, hardening in his lungs, and alien males' arguing receded to a great distance. How does the night wind feel in the trees? Happy? Sad? Excited? And how does breath harden in someone's lungs? What exactly am I supposed to picture here? Maybe I'm unimaginative but sentences like that did sound really nice but my brain went all errwut on me. I could write more but the book frustrated me so much, I would stray from my keep-it-polite-policy.