books to make my flist's heads explode: John Ringo
Lately, some folks on my f-list have been looking at Lord King Bad profic. 
brown_betty gave us LEOPARD LORD, and cereta reviewed THE SHEIK, and burger_eater pointed me to Smart Bitches, Trashy Books's take on Shayla Black's DECADENT. These books, it should be admitted, are deeply awful, and as portrayals of their authors' ids, they're more than a little alarming. You don't want to look, but you can't look away. The awfulness becomes sublime.
So why am I commenting about this? Well, because I feel a little like Richard Dreyfuss in JAWS, during the scar scene: "I got that beat. I got that beat."
Permit me to introduce John Ringo.
( Contains excerpts of fiction revolving heavily around 1) rape and 2) whores. If you're bothered by this kind of thing, YOU REALLY DO NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT THIS. Even though it's so bad it's funny.Collapse )
Yeaaaah... I've read these. You win. My halfway guilty giggling reaction halfway OH JOHN RINGO NO! reaction was not enough to get me to stop reading this series... all of it... but it WAS enough for me to hope my mother never, ever finds out. Or my sister. And she reads trashy romance novels. I also liked Katya quite a bit, as a, if not sane, at least nuts-in-the-opposite-direction character. The bit where Mike could, if he wishes to, literally control the freaking world by using the blackmail material he now has stored away, frightens me. And then the thing with Gretchen... wtf? Sudden massive change much? And then, of course, she fucking dies. OF course. oh john ringo no. no no no. Then again, character development! er, kinda. I want a shirt, but then I would have to explain it, and how I know it, and... yeah, guilty pleasures are not something I'm gonna wear on a shirt, no matter how awesome the shirt is. Major props for the charity idea, though. I also think I feel a little better about the whole thing knowing that John Ringo himself does seem to get the whole OH JOHN RINGO NO-ness of it.