Untitled (TLH, #1) - Cassandra Clare And I thought E. L. James was the milking mistress...



I'm really amazed by this. Like, for real. But not in a good way. I mean... Is it needed to write a thousand books of the same thing? Well, no, let me put it in a better way. Is it needed to "write" a thousand books of the same -boring- thing? Yeah, no.



Lets face it, all the characters are so similar between each other. The only thing that Clare changes are names. Done. The world is the same. The awful writing style is the same. Everything is the same, for fuck's sake.