Monster Hunter International by Larry Correia
The author has a big gun; he wants everyone to watch him play with it for over 700 pages.
The author has a big gun; he wants everyone to watch him play with it for over 700 pages.
How many ways can the author portray Australians as freaks of the century? Many, many ways!
These days, my standards are admittedly low when it comes to this author. Still, I’ve had fun, so that’s good.
This is the most disgusting, most foully violent, awful piece of filth ever. Oh, the rapture.
So, what happens when there is a cure for homosexuality? Don’t cringe, this book is smarter than you think.
I only feel a little spark of excitement within the last few pages of this book. On the bright side, it’s 75% Curran-free!
Everything seems to be in order in this romantic steampunk adventure. Why am I so unmoved?
“Release the kraken!” seems like a dirty phrase when one puts it in the context of this story.
This is charming modern-day semi-epistolary short story, but then again, it’s short. I can hardly feel a thing.
The story has so much potential, but by the last page, my reaction is to frown at the book and think, “Wait, is that all?”