I actually just finished Chadbourn's 'Age of Misrule' trilogy and while I was far from impressed (in fact in several places I was howling with rage at being spoken down to by fictional characters and being preached to via the author's mouthpieces) I enjoyed it. Far from perfect, but I had fun reading it, and really wanted to know where he was going with it; a shame how a couple of his characters were Mary Sue/Gary Stu'd completely out of the plot (it got a bit silly, there was no way he was going to give them such a build-up and then have them flounder) where another two were vastly underwritten and had a lot more promise (Laura was my main issue, even though she was written terribly, but Veitch too I think). Annnd not to mention the lesser villains, they were pretty unimpressive.

It's the first time in years and years, since I was about eight, that I've read something I liked and yet had such massive, awesome issues with. I don't know why I liked it. But somehow, despite dodgy characters and hideously unsubtle writing, it wasn't bad.

Meanwhile, I've just discovered Clive Barker (MIDNIGHT MEAT TRAIN, WHAT, NEVER RIDING THE TUBE AT NIGHT AGAIN ) and I am going to re-read Jan Siegel's 'Prospero's Children', one of my favourite books, in time for Nanowrimo next month.

Post's longer than I intended it to be. TL;DR?