That's the title of a book I found at a yard sale, publication date--1897.
It has a dictionary of the English language, plus a section for American English... among other things. The 1890s are my favourite decade and this book is a wonderful snapshot on the times. It will be the subject of a few blog posts.
For Real by Alexis Hall
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
1. The first person pov is a SINGLE PERSON NARRATIVE. If your story can't be told from one person's pov, it is NOT a first person story. There's a reason this is a "thing" and one has to be an extraordinary writer to violate such rules. Sadly, this author is not. (see point 3)
2. WTF with character 2 addressing the reader?
3. In an effort to differentiate I from I, the author created two caricatures, rather than two characters.
4. No plot, no character development.
5. Unbelievable relationship. (not because of the age difference--emotionally they were both teenagers-- but because they were both too self-absorbed to actually sustain a relationship with another person)
6. "story" consisted of nothing but angst and sex. Angst, angst, sex. Sex, angst, angst. Angst, sex, sex. If that's your cuppa, have at it!
Although the author tells us the characters fall in love, it's not shown. In fact the characters are such angst-ridden, immature, self-absorbed dicks, I'm surprised they were more than peripherally aware that each other had actual, you know, personalities. One assumes. Somewhere. The author never really showed us that, either.
I suppose as erotica, it might work, but I didn't find the sex scenes all that hot, although I'm willing to concede it's because I didn't care about the characters and whether or not they had good sex.
Conclusion? A lot of words. Nicely put together words, admittedly. Not much substance.
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