Movies I've Seen

Movie Review – The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones

I will start off this review by saying that there will be MAJOR spoilers, both for the book and the movie in this review. Consider yourself warned.

The_Mortal_Instruments_-_City_of_Bones_PosterI went to see the movie this past weekend with my mom, since she’s the one who got me to read these books in the first place. I was mostly optimistic – even though I’m pretty critical with movie adaptations, I usually give them the benefit of the doubt. Unfortunately, I had pretty high expectations for this one – I am a big fan of the books- but the movie fell pretty far short of them. For the sake of trying to end on a high note, I will start off with my complaints and end with what I thought they did well.

The Bad

  • As far as changes between the book and the movie, there were way too many of them. I accept that there has to be changes, but some of them made absolutely no sense. There was a new element added where Clary starts drawing this symbol over and over again to illustrate that the spell that repressed her memories of the Shadowhunters is weakening. I guess they did it to have some sort of visual representation of the fact, but it just came across as being a little weird. Also, when Clary and Simon enter the Pandemonium club, it’s the first time they had ever been there, whereas in the book, it was some place they went all the time. Clary was drawn to that place because there was usually Downworlder activity going on there.
  • Magnus Bane. I love me some Magnus Bane, but the portrayal in this movie was only so-so. Which is unfortunate, since he’s such an important and interesting character in the books. He really fell flat, and I don’t know whether it was because of the actor or because of the direction. He was way too serious. Magnus in the books is always joking at the Shadowhunters’ expense. He had very little personality in the movie, which was very disappointing.
  • Isabelle was way, way too nice. In the books, she is contemptuous of pretty much everyone except for the Shadowhunters. In the movie, she is encouraging Simon to come with her and help her with things. Huh? She’s supposed to look down on him because he is a Mundane and therefore useless in her eyes.
  • The dialogue. I know Cassandra Clare didn’t have the opportunity to write the screenplay, and I have no idea if she was even interested in doing so. But one of the things that make her books so much fun is that the serious action is cut with this clever, quippy, snarky dialogue. There were a couple of tiny flashes of it here and there in the movie, but not much. No where near enough.
  • Valentine’s. Usually I’m not too concerned if you change a character’s appearance. So what if movie Harry Potter had blue eyes instead of green? Big deal. But with Valentine, it was a really bad choice. In the book, Valentine has blond hair and looks very angelic. He is very cultured and urbane and has a way of sounding very reasonable even when he’s suggesting the most atrocious things. I pictured someone similar to Lucius Malfoy (in face Jason Issacs would have been perfect for this role). Instead, the movie gave us this dark, creepy biker looking guy with braids in his hair who snarled everything he said. Bleh.
  • The “Jace and Clary are siblings” plot line was absolutely destroyed. I don’t know why they did this. In the book, Valentine tells Jace that he is his father, which makes it so much worse when you find out that he’s Clary’s father as well. Jace and Clary are in love (although they don’t fully realize it) and hearing that they are actually siblings is devastating. You spend a good portion of the series thinking that they are doomed. In the movie, the audience finds out straight away that this story is a lie. Even though Jace and Clary still don’t know, it takes that added layer of tension and strips it off completely. Again, no reason to do this.

The Good

  • For the most part, I liked the casting (with the exception of Magnus, Valentine and Hodge). I thought Lily Collins did a wonderful job as Clary. Lena Headly and Aidan Turner also did well as Jocelyn and Luke. I didn’t completely buy Jamie Campbell Bower as Jace, but I think part of that was because his usually snarky dialogue had been gutted. Movie Jace didn’t have a lot of personality, and that definitely wasn’t Jamie’s fault. He wasn’t given enough to work with. He and Lily had really nice chemistry, so I can forgive the rest. I especially liked Robert Sheehan as Simon – one of my favorite characters in the books and he did it quite well.
  • I liked the fact that you got to see a little bit of Clary’s life with her mother before her mother is kidnapped. In the books, you don’t get to see what happened when she was taken, but you do in the movie. (Was it just me, or did anyone else think of the Disney movie Tangled during her fight scene? She did great, but all I could think of was, “Frying pans! Who knew, right!”)
  • The CGI was pretty spectacular. The demons in particular were disgusting and scary and perfect. The scene where Clary has to fight the one in her apartment after her mom disappeared was very good, as was the one possessing Madame Dorthea. I also liked the look of the portal (although they messed up how they were used) and the effect of when the Mortal Cup was removed from the Tarot Card.
  • I want to go to the Institute. Or rather, I just want to go into the Institute’s library. Holy cow, that was awesome!
  • The journey into the City of Bones was pretty scary. I liked the Silent Brothers, although I thought their voices were a little too heavy. The ritual where they tried to tap into Clary’s memories was chilling and very well done.
  • The scene in the greenhouse was beautiful. The flowers were just right and it lent just the right atmosphere for Jace and Clary’s romantic scene.
  • The fight scenes were very well choreographed. I particularly liked how Isabelle’s whip looked on film.

I will probably go see this movie again, just to try and absorb more of it. There was a lot to see. I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it, but I did leave the theater feeling like they had really missed some opportunities. The movie could have been a lot better, but I guess it could have been worse.

And for anyone interested, on Sunday, Bibliophiles Anonymous will also upload our review. You think I was critical? You have no idea. Be sure to check it out!

WWW Wednesday

WWW Wednesday – August 28th


Today’s post is once again hosted by MizB over at “Should Be Reading.” Three questions. Three answers. Go!

What are you currently reading?

I’m finally back to reading Bitterblue by Kristin Cashore! And I’m not going to pick up anything else until I finish it!

What did you recently finish reading?

The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins. Yes, all three books. Yes, in a very short span of time. What can I say? Once I get started, I can’t put them down!

What do you think you’ll read next?

I’ve finally organized all my new books and my next read will be Scarlet by A.C. Gaughen. It’s a new turn on the Robin Hood story, which I’m always up for. Looks interesting.

Please leave your WWW links in comments! Also, don’t forget to vote for the next part of “Heritage!” You can do so here.

Teaser Tuesday · Top Ten Tuesdays

Teasers and Top Tens – August 27th

Happy Tuesday everyone!

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly feature hosted by MizB at “Should Be Reading.” Here’s how to play:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

On the next block, we encounter more terrified refugees, but fewer soldiers. Just when it seems we might have caught a break, there’s a cracking sound, like an egg hitting the side of a bowl but magnified a thousand times.

Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins

I just finished re-reading The Hunger Games trilogy. Wow. I can’t even . . . just wow. It still gets to me, even knowing the ending.


Top Ten Tuesday is hosted by the lovely folks over at “The Broke and the Bookish.” This week’s topic is one that is near and dear to my heart – favorite secondary characters. It reminds me of the song from the musical “Title of Show.”

The secondary characters are calling the shots while the stars are snacking offstage.

It was their idea to bring us along, so now we’re hijacking this page

Of the script. We’re equipped to steer the ship until this trippy skit ends.

And by the end of this song, we’ll be best friends!

– “Secondary Characters” from [Title of Show]

Sorry. Just had to get that out of my system! So this list is dedicated to all those wonderful characters who weren’t the main focus of the books, but still were able to shine in their own ways.

Top Ten Most Memorable Secondary Characters

1. Hermione Granger (Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling) – I don’t really have to explain this one, do I? Basically, Hermione is me. She’s an overachiever who’s very book smart, always gets near perfect grades, and spends as much time as possible in the library.

2. Rue (The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins) – She’s sweet, she’s brave, she’s innocent, but she’s also a fighter. Despite being the youngest tribute in the Hunger Games, no one counted her out. Her death is one of the most haunting things I’ve ever read.

3. Marcus Lincoln, aka “Radar” (Paper Towns by John Green) – A good friend to Quentin, the novel’s protagonist, Radar was nicknamed after the character on MASH (despite being African American and no longer wearing glasses). He’s a big nerd who runs a Wikipedia like website (the Omnictionary) and is very embarassed that his parents own the world’s largest collection of black Santas.

4. Patrick (The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky) – A high school senior, Patrick adopts main character Charlie (a freshman) into his group of friends. Patrick has to battle a lot of his own inner demons, but he’s also a loyal friend and seems like a lot of fun to hang around with.

5. Deven O’Donnell (Shadow World series by Dianne Sylvan) – The Prime of the Western United States, Deven is a powerful vampire, one of the oldest still living. He’s also a fierce ally to Miranda and David, with lots of layers of complexity to his character and personality. I love that he basically looks like a goth elfish angel. Despite his frail, small appearance, he is a deadly fighter.

6. Silk (The Belgariad and Mallorean by David Eddings) – Silk is one of Garion’s companions. He’s from the country of Drasnia and known to be a thief, a spy, an actor and an acrobat. He’s also a part of the prophesy that will end up saving the world. No pressure.

7. Robbie Goodfell, aka Puck (The Iron Fey series by Julie Kagawa) – Puck. Yes, that Puck. Despite being the trickster that Shakespeare warned us about, Robbie truly cares for Meghan and tries to help her as she enters the Never Never and gets tangled up in fairy court politics.

8. Simon Lewis (Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare) – What can I say? I like the nerdy boys! Simon is Clary’s best friend, who also happens to be in love with her. Despite losing her to Jace (who he despises at first), Simon still does what he can to help Clary save her mother.

9. Mary Malone (His Dark Materials series by Philip Pullman) – A former nun turned scientist, Mary immediately believes Lyra’s unbelievable story. She sets off on an incredible journey and not only helps Lyra and Will, but also tries to help this other species that has adopted her as part of their family.

10. Dulcie (Going Bovine by Libba Bray) – Is she real? Is she a hallucination? Do we ever know for sure? Dulcie is an angel sent to help Cameron on his “adventure.” She also has bright pink hair, wears combat boots, and likes to paint her wings different colors.

Please leave your Tuesday posts in comments!

Heritage · Writing

Heritage – Part 6

Belladonna tapped the tip of her spoon against her chin, her eyes looking upwards in thought. She had been silent for several minutes. Her fingernails kept catching Noshli’s eye as they glinted in the light from the fireplace. They were painted in a multitude of colors, with curly cue flower designs on every other finger. Noshli couldn’t take her eyes off of them.

“I just don’t know,” Bella said at last. “It’s possible that there have been elves in the city, but if they were, they were very well disguised.”

“I thought you knew everyone in town,” Althea said.

“That I do, youngling,” Bella said. “But these elves you’re looking for wouldn’t live here, now woud they. They’d be outsiders, just like you, and probably trying just as hard to stay hidden.” She dropped the spoon on the table and stretched her arms up over her head. “We get a lot of travelers that come through here. Aerindan is a major thoroughfare for those heading to the mountains or to the coast. The Great East Road goes right through the center of town.”

“So now what do we do?” Noshli said. The faint stirring of hope she had when Bella had first sat down slowly drained out of her. At least now they might be able to get rid of the woman quickly. There was something about Bella that made Noshli nervous. She was already regretting asking for the woman’s help. Bella seemed like someone who you didn’t want to owe a favor.

“Even if I haven’t seen any of them, it doesn’t mean that I don’t know someone who has.” Bella smiled, her eyes twinkling. “I think you should come with me.”

Noshli glanced at Althea, who shrugged. “Fine,” Noshli said. “Let’s go.”

Bella winked and rose from the table. Althea stood up and rushed to Noshli’s side. “Are you sure about this?” she asked. “Do you know who she is? What she is?”

“She’s someone who is willing to try and help us,” Noshli whispered back. “What else are we going to do?”

“Are you coming or not?” Bella called from the door.

“Yes,” Noshli said. “We’re coming.” She pulled Althea towards the door. Fritz nodded to them from behind the counter, his eyes following them.

Shadows streaked across the streets, the sun dipping behind the buildings. Noshli barely registered anything other than a fountain shaped like a giant boar and a large building surrounded by a thick metal gate. Bella ducked down another street and walked up a set of narrow stone steps. She knocked on the door at the top, then opened it and walked in.

Noshli stepped through the door. The foyer was lit with an bronze candelabra sitting on a wooden desk. Behind the desk was another woman, her silvery gray hair drawn into a bun with whisps framing her face. After a few brief whispers between the two of them, the woman rose and approached.

“Bella said that you were looking for someone,” the woman said. She stared at Noshli so hard that Noshli involuntarily took a step backwards. “I’m Nadine,” she continued. “This is my house and my establishment. I must say.” She took a step towards Noshli, her fingers outstretched. Noshli flinched as her fingers gently grazed her face. “You are quite lovely,” she said. “Those elvish eyes. Quite extraordinary.” She looked past Noshli at Althea. “My word,” she breathed. “Your hair. It’s breathtaking! I could charge double for a girl with hair like yours.”

“Not interested. Ma’am,” Althea said.

“Come on now,” Bella said. “You act as though you’ve never been in a brothel before.”

“I haven’t,” Althea mumbled, her eyes focused on the floor.

“Bella mentioned that you were looking for someone,” Nadine said again. “Another elf. I don’t believe we’ve had any male elf clients, but there is someone I think you should meet. Where are you staying?”

“The Painted Dragon,” Noshli said. “Room eight.”

“Very well,” Nadine said. She smiled at the girls, but her smile didn’t meet her eyes. “I will sent them along in the morning.”

Teaser Tuesday · Top Ten Tuesdays

Teasers and Top Tens – August 20th

Happy Tuesday everybody!

Teaser Tuesday is a weekly feature hosted by MizB at “Should Be Reading.” If you want to play along, the rules are simple:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

The world has transformed to flame and smoke. Burning branches crack from trees and fall in showers of sparks at my feet.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

If you’ve read the book or seen the movie, you know which scene this is. And how scary it is.


Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly feature hosted at “The Broke and the Bookish.” This week is a fun topic, and a nice way to say thank you.

Top Ten (or Five) Things That Make Your Life

As A Reader/Book Blogger Easier

1. GoodReads – Oh my gosh, how did I ever survive without this?!?! If you love to read, you really need to be on GoodReads. You can use it to keep up with what you’re reading, and it helps you find new books based on the books you’ve already read. I have really loved using their “to-be-read” bookshelf. Every time I see something I want to read now, I don’t have to find something to write with and a slip of paper (which I will loose). I can whip out GoodReads, either on my computer or on the app on my phone, and type in the title, adding it to a list that I can take with me anywhere. You can even scan the bar code to automatically add it, if you use the app. It’s so cool!

2. Blogging – This is just in general. I could name any number of my fellow bloggers who have led me to books that I would never have otherwise picked up. Your reviews have been so much fun to read, and it has not only given me awesome recommendations, it’s also makes me want to up my game with my own blog posts.

3. Net Galley – I love these guys! Jess, my podcast co-host, signed us up to get advanced reader copies (ARC’s) of new books coming out. This is something I don’t think I would have thought about this on my own. We’ve gotten several books from them, which has also led me to books that I don’t think I would have read on my own. New books are always a treat!

4. Podcasting – It’s hard to believe that Bibliophiles Anonymous is coming up on its one year anniversary! To be honest, I never thought I would get this far with this project! Through the podcast, I’ve gotten to connect with new authors, find out about new book series, and just have an absolute blast talking about books and movies with one of my best friends. It’s been awesome.

5. My Library – It’s been a while since I’ve been to the library, since I’ve been buying a lot of books lately, but our local county library is really good. They have ten branches in our county, a really good online catalog, and a fabulous selection.

Heritage · Writing

Heritage – Part 5

A brief note before we continue on with our story. Yes, I know I cheated just slightly in that the first person they meet is not technically one of the ones you could vote for, but you meet the winner of the poll just shortly after that. And that’s the one that’s going to be important, I think it counts.

* * * * * * *

Noshli tried not to stare as she walked down the wide city streets. Aerindan was nothing like she had ever seen before. The buildings were tall and made of heavy stone, not the poor wooden structures of home. Even the inn she had stayed in last night looked flimsy in comparison.  A strong smell wafted from a set of stables on the left side of the street. Noshli turned away from them, pulling Althea between the other travelers to the other side, near a very official looking building. She peered into the open door and saw a line of people leading up to a counter. Behind the counter was a woman with a very no-nonsense look about her who was handing out money and other goods. Noshli couldn’t help but stop and watch.

“It’s a bank,” Althea explained, seeing Noshli’s confusion. “People can store their money and other valuables there.”

“How do you know about those?”

“We had a small one, back at our town,” Althea said.

“But what’s to stop them from keeping the money?” Noshli asked. “Or for one of those other people to take it?”

“Those guards,” Althea said. There were too very large men standing on either side of the counter, their arms crossed over their chests. Both were heavily armed, one with an enormous sword, the other with a smaller sword at his hip and a bow and quiver strapped to his back. The one with the bow met Noshli’s eyes and frowned.

Noshli dipped her hood lower over her face. “Let’s keep moving.”

They passed a few merchants, a small, plump woman who ran a grocery and a large metalsmith who was hammering on a large object that he kept shoving into the fire. Noshli kept moving, her hand firmly on Althea’s arm. She desperately wanted some place out of the open. With the amount of people on the streets, someone was sure to see that she was a half-breed. The last thing she wanted was another incident

The street made a sharp right turn, but at the corner there was a large building with a sign carved into the shape of a large dragon. Strangely, the dragon was painted in several different colors, giving it the appearance of being covered by a patchwork quilt. Above the door were the words “The Painted Dragon Inn” in neat gold lettering.

“An inn,” Althea said gratefully. “We can stay here.”

“Fine,” Noshli said. She handed Althea a few coins. “You arrange things with the innkeeper when we go in. I’ll hang back so that they don’t get a good look at me.”

“Maybe people here won’t mind as much,” Althea said. “In such a big city, I’m sure they’ve seen lots of different people.”

“Best not to take chances,” Noshli said grimly. They walked up the stone steps and pushed open the door. The first room was large with a roaring fireplace at the far wall. It was also nearly empty, the patrons of the inn either up in their rooms or some where on the town. Only a handful of people sat at the tables. Althea walked up to the counter, where a large man with an even larger beard was cleaning a glass.

“Good evening, young miss,” the man said. “Would ya be likin’ a drink?”

“No, thank you, sir,” Althea said. “My sister and I would like a room for the night. Do you have one available?”

“Aye, that we do,” the man said, his eyes drifting towards Noshli. She quickly averted her gaze from him. “Room eight is free. Just up the staircase on the right. Could I interest you gals in some dinner? We’ve a fine roast boar that’s been on the spit all day.”

Althea glanced at Noshli, who nodded. “That sounds wonderful,” she said. “We’ll take two.”

“That will be ten coppers for the pair of ya,” the man said. “Just have a seat and I’ll bring it to you shortly.”

They wandered into the large dining room and took a seat near the fire. The closest person to them was three tables away. Still, Noshli kept her hood up just in case. There was another person with a hood sitting in the corner, so she didn’t worry about looking out of place.

“This place seems nice enough,” Althea said. “And it will be nice to have a hot meal.”

“Definitely,” Noshli said.

“So what’s our plan for tomorrow?” Althea asked. “Rest up  tonight, of course. Then what?”

“I guess we’ll go into the town and make some inquiries,” Noshli said, feeling a rush of gratitude for Althea. It would be so much easier to ask questions if Althea was the one doing the talking. Her bubbly, cheerful personality made people feel at ease around her, not to mention her perfectly normal human features. “See if anyone around here has seen . . . you know. Some of them. My . . . family.”

“And just who would that be, girlie?”

Noshli froze at the unfamiliar voice, a woman’s voice. She hadn’t heard anyone approach them, but suddenly felt the presence of someone right behind her. The woman came around Noshli and leaned against their table. Althea gasped and Noshli looked up. The woman wore a low cut dress in a deep red color. The sleeves ended in a wide bell framed with dingy white lace. The woman’s face had been covered in stark white powder, her lips outlined in ruby red to match her dress. The makeup surrounding her eyes did little to mask how exhausted she looked.

“I’m sorry,” Althea said. Noshli was surprised to hear a note of coldness enter her voice. “But do we know you?”

The woman smiled. “Everyone in this town knows me, young lady. Which is why it’s clear that you aren’t from around here.”

“Belladonna!” Noshli jumped. The woman turned around and faced the innkeeper, who was carrying two plates. “You know you’re not supposed to bother my customers!” he said. “Leave these girls alone.”

“Why not? You bother my customers all the time. Besides, I’m not bothering anyone!” the woman said. She flicked a lock of her ink black hair over her shoulder. “You can ask them. Did I bother you?”

The innkeeper set the plates down in front of Noshli and Althea. “If you need me to throw her out, just let me know.” He straightened up and stared Belladonna in the face. “Don’t you dare try to recruit these girls. And leave their food alone. Do you understand me?”

“I understand just fine, Fritz. Now go away. Shoo.”

Noshli suppressed a groan as Belladonna dropped onto the bench beside Althea, which put her directly across from Noshli. “Now then,” Belladonna said. “You mentioned that you were looking for someone. I can help you with that, if you like. For a fair price, of course.”

“Do you really know everyone in town?” Althea asked.

“In my line of work, you have to,” Belladonna said with a chuckle. Then she gasped, a small, creaking sound of shock. “My heavens,” she whispered. Noshli closed her eyes in resignation and looked across the table. Belladonna was staring at her, as Noshli expected, but not with disgust or fear. She looked awed, her painted up eyes overly large, her red mouth forming a perfect O. “You’re one of them,” she said.

“We need to leave,” Noshli said. “We should never have stopped here.”

“No, please,” Belladonna said, her hand outstretched. “Don’t leave. I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just that . . . I didn’t know . . .”

“Didn’t know what?”

Belladonna kept staring. It was starting to get on Noshli’s nerves. “Didn’t know you were real,” she whispered again, her voice sounding strangely childlike. “I’ve heard stories, of course, but I had no idea.” She stopped. “I’ll help you, if I can. If you will let me.”

Noshli shared a glance with Althea, who shrugged. It was odd, but Noshli suspected that Belladonna’s reaction was sincere. “Very well,” Noshli said. “You’re name is Belladonna, yes?”

“Oh please, call me Bella. Everyone does.” Bella pulled Althea’s plate over and scooped up a thin slice of pork. “So, who are you looking for?”


Friday Serious Post

I’ve never been more relived to see a Friday arrive! The week after coming back from vacation is always busy, but this week has been insane! I’m glad that it will soon be over.

I wanted to talk about something that has really been bothering me for a while now. I was reminded of it when I posted my Top Ten this past Tuesday. It’s something that I’ve been wanting to just shove aside, but to be honest, it’s really hard to do that now. Here’s my issue:

I was expecting to be flamed when I mentioned that Ender’s Game was among my favorite books.

I was an Orson Scott Card fan for years. I was probably in middle school or early high school when I first read Ender’s Game, and although the rest of the books in that series were not as good as the first, his companion Shadow series was brilliant. I was very excited to meet him and get him to sign my copy of How to Write Fantasy and Science Fiction at a Bookmarks Festival. Part of my decision to attend UNC Greensboro was due to the fact that he had taught a genre writing class there in the past. I got to attend a writing workshop hosted by Card and a few other writers at Southern Virgina College. If you can’t tell yet, I really admired the guy.

I can’t say that anymore.

For anyone who doesn’t know, Card has come out publicly with some very harsh anti-gay sentiments. He has also made some down right ludicrous political statements, but it’s the bigotry that bothers me the most. Yes, I know this is America, and he is free to believe whatever he wants to believe, but some of the things he has said are incredibly mean. As a straight girl who has several gay friends, this is something that I cannot tolerate.

And don’t even bring up Card’s religious views. Yes, I know he’s Mormon, but you know what? So was I. I was born and raised in the Mormon Church, and  have several close family members who are still active members of that faith. While I no longer believe in its tenants, I know for a fact that 99% of them do not believe anything like what Card is saying. He is just an incredibly vocal minority with a soap box to stand on because of his fame as a writer.

My point is this – I didn’t know anything about Card’s views back when I first began almost hero worshiping him. And now I feel almost ashamed to say that one of his books is one of my favorite books of all time. But this is the issue: should Card’s public persona reflect how I feel about his fiction? I still think that Ender’s Game is an amazing book, with a plot twist ending that still shocks me every time I read it.

Do I like Orson Scott Card as a person anymore? Not in the least. Do I like Orson Scott Card as an author? Um, kinda. Yeah.

See why I’m torn?

So here’s what I would like to do. Let’s have a discussion about this, since I know many of you who follow this blog are avid readers and writers. Do your personal feelings about an author color your feelings about their work? Have any of you had this problem?