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When I read Jeffrey Archer, I decided I didn't enjoy his books because his writing style wasn't good enough. Which is why I took a slightly better liking to Forsythe. It makes me wonder though. What right do I have to not read authors who do not "write exceptionally well"? Or at least far above average? I don't think I'm so affected that I read them for the mere fact that they're written well; I know I enjoy good writing, possibly more than a good story. Probably more than a good story. Read sometimes for the story, Bobby, and sometimes for the language. In that book, The Lord of the Flies had both. I hope there's many many more of those books to explore.

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Batool said…
Hehe. And I read The Da Vinci code. You should try it too. What a lame-ass book! It was fun reading it though :)
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Anonymous said…
Considering i recommended both of those books to you, i feel that i haev a say in this matter. I used to think that this is just affectation, this manner of sneering at a seemingly-badly book. However, I realized only after Da Vinci Code, how what you say really has a point sometimes. Thanks decaf
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