Folks, it's just inevitable.
With that in mind, I offer the following, found on an obscure blog that an anonymous blogger writes about other people's anonymous blogs, about the anonymous blogs that they read.
So here it is. All I can say is, don't hate the messenger!
Okay, I bought this book with high hopes. It's Random House's lead title, and getting tons of press. So I was completely unprepared for what a disappointment it was, and am amazed that nobody else has clocked the glaring flaws in this book.
1) There's no shark. I mean, WTF? The title is about fins, there's a picture of a boat on the water on the book cover, so I'm expecting some kick-ass shark action. But do I get any? Noooooooo - in fact, the book takes place on freaking FRESH water, and anybody (like me) who's seen all the Jaws movies (except for #4, which sucked - you can skip that one) KNOWS that Great Whites live in SALT water. I mean, duh!
2) There's no high-speed boat chases. Okay - if you're going to hold out on the shark action, you could at least give us some good boat chases, maybe with some guys on souped-up jet-skis carrying machine guns. But nooooooooo - the fastest boat in this book runs on fricking STEAM. So even if there's a big boat crash, there's no cool explosion or flames, just a loud hissing sound. Talk about lame-o.
3) There's no hot chicks in bikinis. I mean, like, WTF already? You have a book about water with no sharks and no speedboats, that's one thing. But no hot bikini babes? Seriously, WTF?
4) There's no copy editing. You'd think a big house like Random could fork out the bucks for at least a half-decent proofreader. But nooooooo - there's huge freaking typo - right on the front cover! I mean, anybody who made it through the eighth grade (which I did, even though it took a couple tries, I'll admit) knows that there's only ONE "n" in "fin" - am I right? I mean, just check Wikipedia, which has some kick-ass pictures of sharks, by the way. But that kind of carelessness just goes to show you how little effort went into publishing this book. No shark, no cool boats, no babes, and no spellchecker. It's a disappointment all the way around.
Sorry to rain on everybody's parade, but I call 'em like I see 'em. If you want some kick-ass seafaring fiction, save your money, and get the latest Clive Cussler book. Now THAT guy knows how to write some good boat explosions, and the chicks are always totally hot.
Signed,
an anonymous blogger - trust me.
PS - does anybody know what the hell a "deadfall" is? WTF?