I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
I've never actually thrown a book. On purpose. Never. I've wanted to, I've threatened to, but to my memory, I've never thrown a book.
I've certainly never thrown it, picked it up, threw it again, picked it up, kicked it, thought about it, stomped on it, picked it up, and threw it in the air and headbutted it. I've done so now.
Sex scene? RUINED!
How can Naha get the complexity of the Lewis/Murphy relationship right before he dies, and totally miss it throughout the rest of the book? And if this book had sucked from page one, okay, fine, I'd have reread it, laughed about how much it sucked, and then panned it in my low-starred review.
But it's so frustrating to go, 'bleh', then realize that... hey, Naha gets this! And then after like three paragraphs, it goes back to sucking. It's like all the nuance was packed into that one scene on page 53. (Let us all pretend that I haven't read that scene so many times since then on my updates that I memorized what page it was on, okay?) Especially when the scene I was waiting for needed that nuance.
Welp, that's it. I'll probably never read anything else by Ed Naha. I'm so angry at this stupid book right now.
PS - the fact that he called Robocop an android earlier does not help. Android=/=cyborg=/=robot. Fail.