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A review by bookfessional
Grim by M.K. Eidem
3.0
Reviewed by: Rabid Reads
WARNING: this is both a review and a justification (pleading for understanding) for the material being reviewed. If you have no interest in my pitiful explanations, skip to the numbered section.
If you aren't sure what a "squawk" is, start watching the YouTube video at 0:15:
https://youtu.be/EY12_P2Es3g
That, my friends, is a squawk.
The reason for this squawk is b/c I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel. YES, I vehemently oppose anything that resembles reader-shaming, and I feel equally strongly about owning what you love . . .
The problem is that sometimes I deliberately read things I do not love. o.O
I'm typically better at it. I manage to read enough not-alien-smut that it's not an issue--
-I know there are a lot of reviewers who MUST review every, single thing they read, but I'm not one of them. #cantstopwontstopreading
I write reviews when I have something to say, so if a book is MEH, I (might) leave it at that.
BUT. Life is life, and last week I ran around cleaning my house like a crazy person, b/c impromptu visit from my dad, and I was pretty much elsewhere for the entirety of October (but hubs was home), so there was a LOT that needed cleaning.
It was stressful. I was full of stress.
So I read mediocre, independently published alien smut and nothing but mediocre, independently published alien smut.
Also, I watched Lin-Manuel Miranda and co. sing the opening number from Hamilton over and over again, but that's neither here nor there. I only mention it b/c THERE'S MORE TO ME THAN MY WEIRD FIXATION WITH ALIEN SMUT. *wails*
Actually, the main reason I caved and decided to sort of review GRIM, is b/c damn everybody (who also reads alien smut) seems to love it.
Me . . . Well, it scratched the itch, BUT:
1. The editing was truly awful.
Even for an indie. The content wasn't bad, but the grammar and syntax . . . Ye gods.
It got better as the series continued (b/c, YES, kept reading, b/c weird alien comfort food), but even by book 3, the woman still hadn't figured out that proper nouns are meant to be separated from the rest of the sentence with a comma (or two).
2. It's feminist, my ass.
And for the record, it's about as deep and profound as it is feminist.
Mars Tornian needs women, b/c 500 years ago, their ruler offended their goddess, so she she cursed them all into being unable to regularly birth females, and their current population is now a 200:1, male to female ratio.
BUT.
A human female was rescued from another species---the Bad Guys---and, hot dog, it seems she's breedable with the HAWT alien warrior god (figuratively, not literally) she immediately hooked up with.
Now all the boy aliens want one.
So they go get some (HA).
Only Earth females are completelybetter different than Tornian females. Tornian females are gold diggers who only stay with a male until he breaks the bank in his efforts to keep her, then she moves on to her next sugar daddy, leaving behind any offspring that resulted from the union.
Earth females love their offspring and are horrified by the Tornian female lifestyle. And some of them can't help but begin to care for these perfect male specimens, b/c really, they're just unloved little boys, right?
*rolls eyes*
I'll admit that in hindsight I can see possibilities, but the execution was so heavy-handed that anything meant to be thought-provoking was lost in the lack of subtlety.
Beyond that, it was business as usual: well-hello-seven-foot-tall-hunk-of-manflesh-oh-look-at-that-we-just-met-but-already-we're-procreating-YAY, misunderstandings, conflict due to cultural differences, but-we-find-a-way-to-make-it-work-b/c-we-all-secretly-want-romanticized-VIKING BARBARIANS-in-our-beds-OMG-I-LOVE-ALIENS.
And they all live HEA.
I can't explain the fixation, but there's no denying that it exists, and if you share the fascination, you can do much worse than GRIM. Just be aware of what you're in for (tropes on top of clichés of top of hideous grammar). But who cares? B/c aliens, I love 'em. *shrugs awkwardly*
WARNING: this is both a review and a justification (pleading for understanding) for the material being reviewed. If you have no interest in my pitiful explanations, skip to the numbered section.
If you aren't sure what a "squawk" is, start watching the YouTube video at 0:15:
https://youtu.be/EY12_P2Es3g
That, my friends, is a squawk.
The reason for this squawk is b/c I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel. YES, I vehemently oppose anything that resembles reader-shaming, and I feel equally strongly about owning what you love . . .
The problem is that sometimes I deliberately read things I do not love. o.O
I'm typically better at it. I manage to read enough not-alien-smut that it's not an issue--
-I know there are a lot of reviewers who MUST review every, single thing they read, but I'm not one of them. #cantstopwontstopreading
I write reviews when I have something to say, so if a book is MEH, I (might) leave it at that.
BUT. Life is life, and last week I ran around cleaning my house like a crazy person, b/c impromptu visit from my dad, and I was pretty much elsewhere for the entirety of October (but hubs was home), so there was a LOT that needed cleaning.
It was stressful. I was full of stress.
So I read mediocre, independently published alien smut and nothing but mediocre, independently published alien smut.
Also, I watched Lin-Manuel Miranda and co. sing the opening number from Hamilton over and over again, but that's neither here nor there. I only mention it b/c THERE'S MORE TO ME THAN MY WEIRD FIXATION WITH ALIEN SMUT. *wails*
Actually, the main reason I caved and decided to sort of review GRIM, is b/c damn everybody (who also reads alien smut) seems to love it.
Me . . . Well, it scratched the itch, BUT:
1. The editing was truly awful.
Even for an indie. The content wasn't bad, but the grammar and syntax . . . Ye gods.
It got better as the series continued (b/c, YES, kept reading, b/c weird alien comfort food), but even by book 3, the woman still hadn't figured out that proper nouns are meant to be separated from the rest of the sentence with a comma (or two).
2. It's feminist, my ass.
And for the record, it's about as deep and profound as it is feminist.
BUT.
A human female was rescued from another species---the Bad Guys---and, hot dog, it seems she's breedable with the HAWT alien warrior god (figuratively, not literally) she immediately hooked up with.
Now all the boy aliens want one.
So they go get some (HA).
Only Earth females are completely
Earth females love their offspring and are horrified by the Tornian female lifestyle. And some of them can't help but begin to care for these perfect male specimens, b/c really, they're just unloved little boys, right?
*rolls eyes*
I'll admit that in hindsight I can see possibilities, but the execution was so heavy-handed that anything meant to be thought-provoking was lost in the lack of subtlety.
Beyond that, it was business as usual: well-hello-seven-foot-tall-hunk-of-manflesh-oh-look-at-that-we-just-met-but-already-we're-procreating-YAY, misunderstandings, conflict due to cultural differences, but-we-find-a-way-to-make-it-work-b/c-we-all-secretly-want-romanticized-VIKING BARBARIANS-in-our-beds-OMG-I-LOVE-ALIENS.
And they all live HEA.
I can't explain the fixation, but there's no denying that it exists, and if you share the fascination, you can do much worse than GRIM. Just be aware of what you're in for (tropes on top of clichés of top of hideous grammar). But who cares? B/c aliens, I love 'em. *shrugs awkwardly*