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[Dehbashi]

It's even written bad as if it wasn't proofread.

[pibbs]

Axiom's End by Nostalgia Chick
Chapter One Review
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Fan belt breaks on our hero's car,and Lindsay believes this is a permanent catastrophe. So, mother takes our hero, Cora Ortega (ugh, nice jamming that minority main protagonist in there, but you lose points that she isn't trans) to work. Mother/daughter tension established. Mother is bitchy.

Cora is a temp. Early 20-something angsty college drop out. Blew $200 her mom gave her for car repairs on a Neko Case concert, her third this year.

Cora knew it was absolutely on her that she had not fixed the car. The fan belt was just the last thing in a long line of events that only tightened the spiral of powerlessness that was coming to define her existence.

Her fault, but not her fault. The ringing mantra of the human debris known as millennials.

The dialogue is terrible.
They're being tailgated by apparent men-in-black.

“Jesus,” said Cora. “What is their problem?”
“What?” Demi looked in her rearview mirror. “Oh, Christ. Those assholes again.”
Suddenly, Cora was on alert. “What, you know them?”
“Well, I’ve seen them,” said Demi. “More than once on my way to work. They always tailgate.”
“Holy shit,” said Cora

.Listening to NPR on the radio.

“In the three years since it was founded,” said the newscaster, “The Broken Seal has gone from fledgling website to the forefront of the transparency movement.”
The words “The Broken Seal” sent a sharp icicle through her chest, and she momentarily forgot about the tail.
“But one month after the website’s most infamous and controversial leak gave The Broken Seal and its founder, Nils Ortega—”

[A few minutes later]

Cora decided to drop it and tried to keep her focus on the Dodge Stratus in front of them. Living under The Broken Seal’s shadow was a source of chronic fear that had only worsened since the Ampersand Event and subsequent leak of the Fremda Memo. Like the fan belt on the verge of snapping, The Broken Seal was a time bomb that would inevitably blow up in their faces.

What? Some jerk in her creative writing classes told her, drop in mysterious references to things in the world to make it seem authentic. This is some clunky writing, right here. I also hate authors who feel they can;t use normal names (like Lindsay) because it's not creative.

Mary Sue spots the MIB car in a parking lot to her work and runs to the elevator, for no apparent reason On the elevator at work

The door began to close, but Eli smashed the Door Open button, smiling like he’d done her a big favor as the door bounced back open. He fancied himself part of the hacktivist crowd, and, like most of his peers, he adored Nils Ortega.

Ugh.

She wasn’t sure whether Eli was the best person she could have bumped into or the worst. She grimaced, conscious of how suspicious she looked, and moved inside the elevator. “Well…”
His eyes lit up as the doors closed behind her. “Is it something to do with The Broken Seal?”
“Maybe?” she said, now kicking herself for being in a situation where she was trapped in an elevator with this man. Even at a distance of a couple of feet, his eagerness, his overfamiliarity, felt like a violation of her personal space.

LOL
Lindsay describes him as a scene boy. I like Emo Eli better.

Nils Ortega is her daddy. He's a master hacktivist or some shit. Basically, an Edward Snowden I guess

People like Eli thought the Ampersand Event was a spaceship or something, a UFO or a scout, or at the very least a probe. Cora, like most people, believed it was a rock that fell out of the sky and landed in the hills north of Pasadena

[Aliens. Kek]

Eli took a deep breath, like he was about to bungee jump for the first time. “Dude. If my dad released the most important leak in human history, no, the most important discovery in human history—”
She snorted and started to respond, but he cut her off.

Snorted?

Emo Eli and Mary Sue argue over the importance of her daddy. She reacts like an anime character shouting her fee fees. She goes to cry on the toilet then goes to find a computer to look up her daddy's website.

She found it immediately, and the title alone made her put off reading it for another minute—“These Disparate Lives.” Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Once again shooting for a Pulitzer for achievement in pretentiousness.

(Says the author of this book)
She establishes we're in the Bush era. Fergilicious (2006) was on the radio earlier. Something shatters the windows and Mary Sue immediately walks over to peer out. Because that's what a post-911 person would do. They think its another meteor.
END of chapter one.

This is a terrible book, BUT it might be a "so bad, it's entertaining". I'll have to read more, but not tonight

[pibbs]

Should I do this in it's own thread like the Spoony Round Ups?

[Guest]

Like you'd ever give it a fair chance.

[Le Redditeur]

How does she know what color expired baby food is? Did she buy baby food for her niglet abortion and forgot it on the fridge afterRshe got rid of it?

[pibbs]

Like you'd ever give it a fair chance.

fuck off, Lindsay

[Guest]

How does she know what color expired baby food is? Did she buy baby food for her niglet abortion and forgot it on the fridge afterRshe got rid of it?

A lot of weirdo women like Lindsey eat the stuff. It's a mash of veg and sugar, very tasty if you have no palate.

[pibbs]

Ok. One more.

Axiom's End by Nostalgia Chick
Chapter Two
DHI Review by pibbs
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Cora all but fell upon her front door, fumbling out her keys in a frantic bid to shut herself inside and lock the world out. If traffic was forgiving, it took about half an hour to make it the ten miles home from downtown LA. By bus, it was closer to ninety minutes, but panic on the roads had put today’s journey closer to two hours

So, LA is panicking, because of a meteor? And maybe because some nut on the internet (her daddy) said muh aliens?

An initial panic had resulted in several fender benders both downtown and on the 110, although by the time Cora made it to her house, it seemed that the traffic was now back to boilerplate rush hour, perhaps slightly exacerbated due to a higher-than-normal number of car crashes.

Okay. Sure.

...she saw dozens of people tearing by in their vehicles, clogging the streets and one of them nearly hitting her in their fervor, although what they were running to or from, she wasn’t sure, and she suspected neither were they.

And neither do we know the point of all this author. "She's got home late because of traffic." Just saved you 1,000 words.

Lindsay describes the neighborhood, showing off her, “yeah I'm from here” knowledge. She's lived there 2-3 years?

The two family dogs, Thor and Monster Truck...

Monster Truck? That's kinda funny actually. One point, Nchick.

She was so preoccupied that she didn’t even notice that she wasn’t the only person in the house.
“What are you doing here?” Cora nearly screamed when she noticed that there was a person on the couch, and that said person was playing her copy of The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.

April?! So, that's where she went. No, it's Aunt Lucianna. Weird reaction for someone who regularly drops by. Anyone got a Aunt that plays Skyrim? Goofy.

Monster Truck, a wall-eyed pug...

A pug named Monster Truck, that's even funnier. Another point.

Cora and Aunty discuss traffic for another page. We opened with a traffic report. That's two pages of traffic reports. Let's describe what happened then have characters repeat information. This is Ernest Cline tier shit here.

Cora blinked, her worry deepening. This was international news. Half of Southern California was searching for fallout shelters to die in, and Luciana wouldn’t even look up from Oblivion. “Lu, a second celestial object just fell from the sky in almost the exact same spot as a nearly identical one did a month ago.”

Some windows shattered in downtown buildings. Calm the fuck down, LA.

Ugh. We're going over the Ampersand/Fremda Memo thing again. Fuck's sake, Lindsay, we get it!

Still yammering with Aunty.

“I think that article Nils published today caught some attention, because I’m pretty sure some guys were spying on me before the meteor hit. There was a black Town Car following us this morning. Demi said it wasn’t the first time.”

WE ALREADY COVERED THIS IN CHAPTER ONE, LINDSAY, YOU VAPID WHORE!! This shows a lack of confidence in the writing. Did you get that? Huh? It may be important. Let me tell you again!

Wait, Cora's dad is half German. This is barely a minority! Does she still get SJW points? Anyway, halfway through this chapter and all that's happened is talking about what happened in chapter one, and that Lucianna was fired from a high security job with guv'ment clearance, because her brother spilled the beans on the aliens.

“Nils said their whole raison d’être was every country besides this one. If we’re being spied on, it should be FBI or NSA.”
Luciana shrugged. “Well, first, CIA involvement doesn’t preclude any other agencies. Second, Nils isn’t domestic. He’s committing espionage against the U.S. government from a foreign country. Ergo, he is a CIA matter.” She looked at Cora, her expression finally changing into something like sympathy. “You okay?”
Cora pursed her lips. “I think he’s challenging me.”
“Who, Nils?”
“Yeah. With this last article. It felt … pointed.”
“Well, of course it was pointed. He has never mentioned you before.”
“No, I mean, the uh…” Cora wrinkled her nose in disgust. “The ‘I hope they join me’ bit.”
“He’s challenging all of us.”
Cora huffed. “No, I mean me. Specifically me.”

Our guv'ment spies on me, cuz I'm the chosen one! Probably, right?

Luciana bolted upright on the couch, her attention snapping to the front window. “Someone’s here.”

Bolted... snapping to .. ladies, calm the fuck down. Cocaine, not even once]

Cora moved to look out the window, expecting a cavalcade of black Town Cars barreling in from both directions. There was no Town Car, but there was her mother’s Olds Cutlass, and she could feel a thrum of anger waves emanating from it.

There's a lot of this. EXCITEMENT! SOMETHING'S HAPPENING, oh, nothing. Nevermind.
Mom comes home and is mad because Cora didn't clock out or tell anyone. Remember, their floor's windows were blown out. Typically, the office drones don't keep doing TPS reports with a missing side to the building.

“They didn’t, but you did.” Demi’s voice was tremulous [someone got a thesaurus] with anger. “I know because Kaiser called PMT. You have been removed from staffing lists effective immediately because you left without a word during a minor crisis.”

Aliens, Lindsay. You had aliens, gov'ment conspiracies, and UFOs in your novel, yes? Two chapters, people.
So, mom works at the temp place that got Cora the job, and Cora's people fired that agency because Cora went home. This is what someone who's never worked thinks how business' are run.

Cora has gray eyes. This is important for Lindsay to point out in the middle of this for some reason. I've never met a person with gray eyes. Have you? She's probably a hybrid or something stupid like that.

Here's a sample of this conversation.

“I have a meeting tomorrow with the VP of staffing that may end with my no longer having a job. Because I recommended you to staffing,” Demi said, her anger now cold.
“I left during a crisis. The windows in the entire building had shattered.”
“Was that the noise?” asked Olive [the younger sister]. “The bang?”
“It’s okay, butternut. We’re safe,” said Cora, her tone contradicting her words.
“You still have to play by the rules,” said Demi.
“Can we please have this conversation at another time?” begged Cora, not wanting this to end in a scream-out in front of a first grader. Olive hugged her even tighter.
“No!” said Demi. “No, you do not get to duck out of this.”

And then a stranger at the door...

“Hello?” A man’s voice sounded from the still-open front door.
The three women turned to look at the man standing in the doorframe, looking like he’d caught a fair chunk of that conversation.

How does someone look like they "caught a fair chunk of a conversation?" What's that expression look like?

He was tall and willowy, with full dark hair, a slender face, and a plastic smile.
“Demetra Sabino,” he said as he took off his big, shiny aviators. “You prefer Sabino now, right?”
Monster Truck had calmed, but Thor was still challenging the intruder. Cora put Olive down and moved Thor back. She looked at the man again and nearly choked on her own sharp intake of air.
Aviators.
“Yes,” said Demi. “I’m not giving any press statements.”
“Not with the press.” He pulled out a badge. “Special Agent Sol Kaplan, CIA.”
It was one of the men from the Town Car.

Dun dun duuuuunnnn.....
End of Chapter Two

[pibbs]

Like you'd ever give it a fair chance.

Just like a Nostalgia Chick review, uh, I mean video essay.

[Guest]

But by the time she turned off the ignition, it was clear her first and only car, was dead forever

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She wasn’t sure whether Eli was the best person she could have bumped into or the worst. She grimaced, conscious of how suspicious she looked, and moved inside the elevator. “Well…”
His eyes lit up as the doors closed behind her. “Is it something to do with The Broken Seal?”
“Maybe?” she said, now kicking herself for being in a situation where she was trapped in an elevator with this man. Even at a distance of a couple of feet, his eagerness, his overfamiliarity, felt like a violation of her personal space

LOL it's Elevatorgate
https://encyclopediadramatica.wiki/inde ... rgate_shit
Even in fiction Lindsay can't resist being a fucking stereotype