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Nov. 19th, 2006 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xp_cypherSo. I have come to a very important conclusion.
(not really. I'm just bored out of my skull, but bear with me.)
So, I have decided that Robert Ludlum books are like the male version of bodice-ripper romance novels. You have your Intrepid Hero, a man somehow disillusioned by the system or what have you. You have the plucky female lead, who somehow gets thrown together with the hero. And then, rather than falling in love over the single father's little kid, or the ranch, or whatever plot device, they fall in love while foiling a vast international conspiracy either involving Nazis, global finance, or something similar.
Complete with two pages of purple-prose sex scenes somewhere about halfway to two-thirds of the way through the book.
Did I mention that I'm bored?
(not really. I'm just bored out of my skull, but bear with me.)
So, I have decided that Robert Ludlum books are like the male version of bodice-ripper romance novels. You have your Intrepid Hero, a man somehow disillusioned by the system or what have you. You have the plucky female lead, who somehow gets thrown together with the hero. And then, rather than falling in love over the single father's little kid, or the ranch, or whatever plot device, they fall in love while foiling a vast international conspiracy either involving Nazis, global finance, or something similar.
Complete with two pages of purple-prose sex scenes somewhere about halfway to two-thirds of the way through the book.
Did I mention that I'm bored?
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Date: 2006-11-20 04:32 am (UTC)