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Extreme Chick Lit - fluffy, cliched and predictable
on 7 June 2012
I adore Julie James. If you've read "Practice Makes Perfect" then you know that she can write witty, engrossing full-of-chemistry romance novels. Even "The Sexiest Man Alive" (though perhaps a tad M&B due to the rich badboy Hollywood actor-hero who forsakes all others for the love of our fair heroine) is still a respectable attempt on romance fiction for a debut novel (I tried amending my score to 4 stars but for some reason it doesn't change).
This novel, however, appears to be written for the sake of meeting the publisher's deadline rather than for the pleasure of an audience.
Julie James began writing for the more discerning romance fiction audience but that rapidly transgressed to a lower IQ level audience. Its completely unfair as those people have an array of trashy novels that they may choose from - no need to steal Julie James as well! But I've noticed this terrible fate awaits many a novelist and its an utter shame.
The plot for this novel (bad boy FBI agent forced to work undercover as our heroine's date to an exclusive party) is beyond cliched and overused. The whole bad boy FBI agent (predictably unintelligent) and the postgraduate-educated billionaire princess coupling is even further tediously exhausting. The two seem to have little in common and their conversation (that consists of sarcasm that isn't even witty) is appallingly tedious as well as unimaginative.
The only part of the novel which has any element of the Julie James style is the banter between the preppy FBI agents and the heroine and her brother. Otherwise I don't recognise who wrote this terrible excuse for a novel.
Even the suspense/criminal investigation is completely far-fetched and so lacking in plot that its rather embarrassing. Its so far removed from reality that one I shudder to think what a real FBI agent would think. I don't expect the novel to be accurate but some similarity to its subject matter would be appreciated.
I blame the publishers for this sabotage against a respectable author. Its vandalism against intelligent women. It appears that the author has been persuaded to immerse her talent into a wasteful regime of spewing fluffy cliched books that have been written and re-written in order to cater to the small imagination of the empty-headed masses.
However, I have hope and will read the next impalement. Hopefully this horrid FBI series will end very soon!