This isn’t going to be an easy one. If that doesn’t get you aware of what is going to come, you haven’t been dining with me often. The worst part is that I can’t blame the poor state of this contemporary paranormal/religious apocalyptic meal entirely on the (quite young) chef. Well, I could, but that would be unfair. What The Book Before Revelations should illustrate above anything else is what happens when a vanity press hiding itself as a proper publisher pulls the wool over the eyes of a young writer just trying to get into the business and create his first recipe.
Before we dive into the depths here, let’s recite the Starving Review creed:
I attempt to rate every book from the perspective of a fan of the genre
I attempt to make every review as spoiler-free as possible
There will be a Starving Review in the next day or so, delayed primarily because of a considerable bit of workload with The Songstress Murder pre-order thing and a secret special project that is emerging. However, there is another reason, mainly that this review has created a giant surge of rant that must be expelled and soon.
What has caused this grand fountain of anger? Vanity presses, that’s what, and more specifically the effect they can have on young writers who don’t know any better. But let’s save that for the rant, shall we?