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As it happened, I finished two books last night: one was delightful, the other was finished through sheer force of will.
A Thousand Ships first. It's the first part of Eric Shanower's Age of Bronze, an historically accurate graphic-novel retelling of the entire Trojan War.
( And any loose talk about a beloved having a face that launched a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed look like a bottle of champagne. )
Excellent stuff.
And then... there's that other book.
( We ain't unoriginal and we ain't unresearched, we's just a good idea been done wrong. )
I could go on. I won't. The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart has the potential to be a great book, but is let down by poor prose and lack of visible character development. A terrible waste of some brilliant ideas.
A Thousand Ships first. It's the first part of Eric Shanower's Age of Bronze, an historically accurate graphic-novel retelling of the entire Trojan War.
( And any loose talk about a beloved having a face that launched a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed look like a bottle of champagne. )
Excellent stuff.
And then... there's that other book.
( We ain't unoriginal and we ain't unresearched, we's just a good idea been done wrong. )
I could go on. I won't. The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart has the potential to be a great book, but is let down by poor prose and lack of visible character development. A terrible waste of some brilliant ideas.