Blergh.
Worst. Book. Ever.
Compared to the expectations anyway. I mean hell, Butcher said he wanted 4 additional months to write it better.
After 5 pages I wanted to put it down. HARD. Like maybe trow it against a wall or tear it up.
I didn't. Not sure I shouldn't have. It drags on, is totally uninteresting, lacks the wit and sarcasm and fun that the other books had - the reason I was reading the series in the first place.
And then Butcher comes out and wants to push a name like "Ragged Lady" down my throat? As in sweet little Molly becoming a deranged, magical lunatic homeless vigilante/mass murderer thingy and calling herself "Ragged Lady". Uhm... yeah, right. I think Butcher needs to pull his head out of his roleplaying ass and look around himself, get reaquinted with the real world. Outside of Marvel people don't call themselves names like that with a straight face.
Jesus Christ almighty.
I dunno if it's sad or if Mr Butcher thinks that after 12 books he can feed us anything and we'll just lap it up. This book... plain hurts.
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