I'm Regina Small. I'm a writer and editor in NYC. I'm a senior editor and reviews coordinator for RT Book Reviews, a Brooklyn-based magazine dedicated to covering women's genre fiction. All opinions are mine.
Interests include: sci-fi/fantasy, literature, summertime daydrinking, trying to be a better person, fancy manicures, cooking, absurd humor, philosophy and the role of irony in the modern world.
Dear Jesus. This fuckery took me over EIGHT DAYS to read. EIGHT DAYS. I read The Canterbury Tales in less time than this.You know how you had that person in your creative writing class? The one who researched weaving in the 12th century and then described it in excruciating detail? And then there was the girl whose story had so much head-hopping you asked if it was supposed to be the POV of someone with dissociative identity disorder? Well, imagine those two idiots had a baby who visited this obscure town that was famous for some esoteric valuable. Because THAT FUCKING BABBY WROTE THIS BOOK.There are 800 characters who share the same 10 pages that isn’t taken up by All Things Relating to This Cool Shit I Researched (tm). We have How To Obtain This Cool Shit techniques dating from the time of Jesus until today. Descriptions of where to find it. Descriptions of types of it (did you know there are more types of this crap found in ONE TOWN than there are forms of asbestos in the U.S.? I’m sharing this because BOTH WILL TRY TO KILL YOU.I haven’t read a book this pointless since Tinkers. So I’m sure it will win a Pulitzer or some shit because dicks.