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A review by ashleylm
Percepliquis by Michael J. Sullivan
2.0
I didn't finish. Barely began it, really.
I read the previous 5 (or 2 1/2, depending on your version), and was instantly reminded of how annoying the last book had been. For all the author's strengths, he has equal (or worse) weaknesses, and I just can't take it anymore.
The tipping point came when the Bad Guy attacked the poor fragile women, and their designated helpful knight was cut down mercilessly in front of them ... followed by one of the poor fragile women unexpectedly unsheathing a sword and being so unexpectedly brilliant that Bad Guy was dispatched instantly.
Well, nice of your to let your designated knight die, Lady.
And the author doesn't seem to realise this is a problem. There's no wrestling with one's conscience, no internal dialogue where the lady-ninja is desperate to help but (for some valid reason) has to keep hidden, nope, she just watches, waits for the knight to be slaughtered, and then (haha, the author tricked us!) kills the bad guy.
And I just ... can't. I just can't, not anymore. Not when there are so many books that bring a smile to my face or a well-deserved tear to my eye. The Murderbot Diaries. Most of Connie Willis. Fritz Leiber's Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser series. Top-notch middle school fiction. Little, by Edward Carey.
If you'd been 150 pages, maybe, Percepliquis, maybe. But at 700 pages, and me already grrrring by page 30, no, it's not going to happen.
Bye bye.
(Note: 5 stars = amazing, wonderful, 4 = very good book, 3 = decent read, 2 = disappointing, 1 = awful, just awful. I'm fairly good at picking for myself so end up with a lot of 4s). I feel a lot of readers automatically render any book they enjoy 5, but I grade on a curve!
I read the previous 5 (or 2 1/2, depending on your version), and was instantly reminded of how annoying the last book had been. For all the author's strengths, he has equal (or worse) weaknesses, and I just can't take it anymore.
The tipping point came when the Bad Guy attacked the poor fragile women, and their designated helpful knight was cut down mercilessly in front of them ... followed by one of the poor fragile women unexpectedly unsheathing a sword and being so unexpectedly brilliant that Bad Guy was dispatched instantly.
Well, nice of your to let your designated knight die, Lady.
And the author doesn't seem to realise this is a problem. There's no wrestling with one's conscience, no internal dialogue where the lady-ninja is desperate to help but (for some valid reason) has to keep hidden, nope, she just watches, waits for the knight to be slaughtered, and then (haha, the author tricked us!) kills the bad guy.
And I just ... can't. I just can't, not anymore. Not when there are so many books that bring a smile to my face or a well-deserved tear to my eye. The Murderbot Diaries. Most of Connie Willis. Fritz Leiber's Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser series. Top-notch middle school fiction. Little, by Edward Carey.
If you'd been 150 pages, maybe, Percepliquis, maybe. But at 700 pages, and me already grrrring by page 30, no, it's not going to happen.
Bye bye.
(Note: 5 stars = amazing, wonderful, 4 = very good book, 3 = decent read, 2 = disappointing, 1 = awful, just awful. I'm fairly good at picking for myself so end up with a lot of 4s). I feel a lot of readers automatically render any book they enjoy 5, but I grade on a curve!