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19 May 2010 08:32Laurie R. King is slowing my ass down this month. Beekeeper's apprentice is far from bad, but I get hung up on two points.
1. Mary Russell is 19 and Holmes is 60.
2. King appears to be cultivating a romance between the pair.
First, gross. Barf. Hugh Heffner also grosses me out, if you must know. I can't cope with relationships that have 15 years difference, let alone 40. I'm not saying they shouldn't exist or that they are all bad, just that that is my personal, major squick, and I don't want to think about them. Never mind that this is King's original super-smart female character who constantly mouths off to Holmes and has a lot of special princess(tm) to her, I might even be able to live with that, were the author cultivating a father/daughter, or uncle/nephew, or some other platonic, non-marriage relationship. But it's like I have these premonitions where Russell does something particularly special (tm) and then I lock up on reading more because I am waiting for a kiss to happen that I know is going to make me nauseous.
I would quit, but I've only read 2 books this month, and I have less than a hundred pages to go on Beekeeper's Apprentice. Thus committed, I must persist.
I ain't sayin' she a brain digger, but she ain't messin' with no dumb bugger...
1. Mary Russell is 19 and Holmes is 60.
2. King appears to be cultivating a romance between the pair.
First, gross. Barf. Hugh Heffner also grosses me out, if you must know. I can't cope with relationships that have 15 years difference, let alone 40. I'm not saying they shouldn't exist or that they are all bad, just that that is my personal, major squick, and I don't want to think about them. Never mind that this is King's original super-smart female character who constantly mouths off to Holmes and has a lot of special princess(tm) to her, I might even be able to live with that, were the author cultivating a father/daughter, or uncle/nephew, or some other platonic, non-marriage relationship. But it's like I have these premonitions where Russell does something particularly special (tm) and then I lock up on reading more because I am waiting for a kiss to happen that I know is going to make me nauseous.
I would quit, but I've only read 2 books this month, and I have less than a hundred pages to go on Beekeeper's Apprentice. Thus committed, I must persist.
I ain't sayin' she a brain digger, but she ain't messin' with no dumb bugger...