GUEST POST- Judge a book by its cover

On this particular rainy Friday, I invite you to begin your weekend by reading a hilarious guest post by the fantastic Batgirl. 


Here you go- and you are welcome!

In a world where participation ribbons are the norm, and everyone is told that they are special, too many people believe that theirs is a unique and stupendous talent. Many of these people are wrong. Case in point: “Taken by the T-Rex.” This is not a book that should exist. This is whatever the opposite of the apotheosis of literature is. I genuinely fear for humanity that there is someone (someone’s?) out there that believes that this drivel is worthy of being added to the pantheon of the written word.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love me some well written trash. But therein lies the key – well written. Not everything needs to be “War and Peace” levels of literature, but I have to at least feel like my brain cells aren’t killing themselves so as to avoid reading the words.

In fairness, I have no idea as to the quality of the writing of this “book,” and I never intend to find out. But I can surmise based on the blurb alone, which was rife with poor sentence construction and possibly a few grammatical errors, that this is the type of book that would make 50 shade of grey look like The Grapes of Wrath. I won’t even get into the “plot.”

My point is, we’ve taken making people feel good about themselves too far. Not everyone is a gifted writer. Not everyone should be published. Some people should be banned from writing entirely. But in an age of self-publishing and fan-fiction become a best-seller, I fear that this will only get worse.

In case you need to know more:
http://www.amazon.com/Taken-T-Rex-Dinosaur-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00FI9JFFO

And, in case you don’t want to click on that link, here is the synopsis- Drin is her tribe’s chief huntress; she lives for the thrill of the hunt.  Men and sex hold no allure for her, as Drin has never found a partner to satisfy her.  When a T-Rex descends upon her village, destroying it, Drin demands that the tribe’s hunters go in search of the beast and slaughter it.  Opting for safety instead of revenge, the tribe moves to a new location, hoping that the big beast won’t follow them.
It does.
Drin taunts the beast, giving her tribes mates time to flee.  As she runs, leading it through a gauntlet of traps, the thrill of the hunt soars through her blood, leaving her wet with desire.  When the angry T-Rex corners the huntress in a box canyon, it seems more interested in her wet womanhood than in her flesh.


On that note, enjoy your weekends out and about- since it seems that nothing is taboo anymore, have fun... WHATEVER you are doing!

xo,
Batgirl and Jane.