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I'm reading Day of Reckoning by John Katzenback, because - well, because I'm saving my last new book for the plane next week and it was lying around. Guys. IT'S SO BAD. It's so badly written. Here, have an excerpt:

She remembered the beating they had given her and how it hadn't hurt. She smiled and shaked her head: she was lying. Actually they made me dust. I was covered in cuts and bruises for a month and I thought I was going to have a limp forever. But they were never able to hurt me inside. That's what I had to prove to them, that they didn't control anything except for the door. She thought again of the FBI agent: things could have been easier if she talked. They had been easy: from the first to the last moment.

Small disclaimer: I'm reading it in Spanish and this is a very fast translation. STILL, THOUGH. THIS IS SO CRAP. I mean, who the hell THINKS like that? NO ONE, THAT'S WHO. Your character is not telling a story, author! She's remembering stuff. Show, don't tell. AND THE ENTIRE BOOK IS LIKE THIS. Just gratuitous exposition, over and over and over again, like the author thinks he's dealing with a group of 5 year olds that can't infer anything and that have to be spoonfed all of the crucial information. It's so infuriating.

I should really stop reading, but I'm out of other things to read, and I think I've already re-read half of my bookcase these last few weeks.

Didn't know how to show the use of italics within italics. Mmm.