damnslippyplanet: cosmiccluck: are the...
i mean, i’m sure that they appeal to some people! and i’m aware that i have weird standards and things, maybe, bc this is my actual literal job, etc, but...
ok, but i went and dug up a sample, because i love y’all / hate myself. (also tagging @cosmiccluck, since they started this and should have to suffer with the rest of us.)
Hardison held up an index fingers. "I will grant you, if you're only looking at the older--say, overthirty crowd--yes, most of the people here are white men, but not all."
Nate scoffed at that in disbelief. "Are you really calling thirty old?"
Hardison ignored him. "However, if you look at the younger crowd, you'll find there's a lot more diversity in that cohort."
Sophie almost choked. "Did you just use the word 'cohort'?"
"What?" Hardison pretended to be offended. "It's not like I don't read. I got a word-of-the-day app on my phone. Is it all right I try to sound a little more educated?"
Nate knew that Hardison hadn't gone to college. In fact, he'd barely finished high school, and only then because his nana had begged him to. It seemed that the young man sometimes regretted skipping college, not because he needed to learn anything a school could teach him, but because he saw it as something that would have earned him instant respect.
Hardison was as smart and sharp a person as Nate had ever met. He was curious and inquisitive and had taught himself just about everything he knew. He didn't need school for any reason, and certainly not for anything he could have learned there. Despite his lack of higher education, he'd long ago earned the respect of everyone in the room.
(From The Con Job by Matt Forbeck, which I emphatically do not rec.)
this isn’t even from the start of the book--in my reader, it’s on page 117 of 307 pages, so WELL PAST THE POINT at which we could be like, wow, clunky character exposition, but ok, whatever, i guess. the whole fucking thing is like this. a page later, they’re in pedicabs:
He caught up with Hardison's pedicab within half a block and blasted past it.
"Eat my dust!" Eliot said as he goaded his cyclist faster.
couple pages after that, we have some super gross fatphobic stuff, followed by an announcement that hardison watches the big bang theory.
sooo...idk. If that’s your jam, more power to you, i guess, but as for me: fuck this shit, i’m out.
