A review by kaseyd
The Eleventh Plague by John S. Marr

2.0

I wish this book had been written by somebody else. I'm going to list my complaints.
1. The writing is /awful/. The plot is interesting, but having to read it was painful.
2. On a similar note, every single thing that had to be explained in this book was explained in the most condescending manner EVER.
3. The women in this book only existed as love interests. They had almost NO other roles, and were so, so poorly written.
4. There was an unnecessary obsession with erections and ejaculations. The mention of these was NOT needed to characterize the villain as a sick human--that was already evident. We already dislike him. Stop talking about his weird penis.
5. Though many things were over-explained (especially bc some of the key points in this book that would've been shocking when it was published are much more common knowledge now), characters made logical jumps that were never explained to the reader. They figured things out and we never learned how.
6. Spoiler alert, but the eleventh plague isn't mentioned until the second-to-last sentence. There's no closure, and I feel lied to.