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May. 20th, 2002 08:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yendiSo I started reading Charlaine Harris's Dead Until Dark on the bus today. It had been sitting on my to-read pile for a while, but after seeing enough Anita Blake comparisons, and being too tired to start a Jeff Noon book (my brain can't handle it), I decided to give it a shot.
It's nifty so far, but there's one thing that really irked me. On page one -- page fucking one -- the short female narrator with mystical powers who soon starts dating a vampire announces that she's wearing, yes, black Nikes!
Argh!
Someday, I'm going to write a vampire novel about a short chick who dates vampires, and she's going to wear fucking New Balance!
It's nifty so far, but there's one thing that really irked me. On page one -- page fucking one -- the short female narrator with mystical powers who soon starts dating a vampire announces that she's wearing, yes, black Nikes!
Argh!
Someday, I'm going to write a vampire novel about a short chick who dates vampires, and she's going to wear fucking New Balance!