Like Marshall Gerard, I just don't care. I don't care who's right and who's wrong. I don't care if the book has any redeeming value.
Liz can think whatever she likes about the book. Nick (Hi, Nick!) can be the biggest jerk in the SFF club scene. (Why does that surprise anybody? Picking fights is his metier.)
Read my post again. I'm not interested in taking sides. I'm interesting in the wankfest, which ranks amoung the most pointless, overinflated, stultifying genre wankfests in the history of the internet, going away forever.
Or at least being mocked interestingly enough so that I don't chew my wrists open lisening to the same tired pointless argument again.
Some people like books that other people think suck. Some horses can run faster than others. Such is the nature of books and of horses.