Dear god. At first, upon reading City of Bones, I thought to myself "This is just as bad as fanfiction!"
And, then, by page nine, I had realized my error. It is by far worse than fanfiction. It's so mediocre it's awful Who would actually pay someone to write like that. Or, rather, who would pay someone to write like that about themselves? It's an awful, awful Mary Sue. Even worse than Twilight.
Dear god, what has literature (regard the small "l") become?
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