Dear Piers Anthony,

While I've always found you perverted, sexist, and at times, completely boring, I always buy your books because they give me a childhood nostalgia. I love their simplicity. I love the quirky little romances. I'm intrigued by your ability to make me think you hate women... and then change it about so that I think you like them a little too much. (Note: This last comment is not necessarily a good thing.)

... But I don't love your writing right now.

Right now, I am having the same feelings as I had last night when I was playing WoW and killed only one boss in ZG after three hours of gaming. "I want my three hours back," I whined.

After 600 pages of Tarot, ranging about fifty pages each work day - "I want my twelve days back."

I believe Billy Madison said it best:

"I reward you no points... and may God have mercy on your soul."

Your Very Non-Plussed Semi Fan,

Summer

I will be starting Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy at lunch. May there be no discussion of rape, pedophilia, feces, or women being noted as weaker beings because they have a vulva.

Current Location: work
Current Mood: bored