...This was sort of fun. XD

The Doctor/Rose/Master chapter I just finished (that should be off to the beta's in the next day or two, I might add) has a tone shift I am very very proud of, going from cute and cuddling to "Oh shit, this is very very bad." And not in the way one might expect. (I didn't even expect it until I wrote it.)

Also, the Master's snark during a Rose/Doctor conversation is just so much fun to write.

Oh Stephenie Meyer...

So I'm reading Midnight Sun, the first book from the POV of Edward, and... dear God, the more I read the more I want to punch Edward in the face. With a crowbar, since that's the only thing that would work.

Bella becomes far more interesting in this book than she seems as a POV character, and it's nice to see her actually snap at her vampire boyfriend and not accept everything. And his perspective is lots of fun in the beginning, especially right after the car accident.

But if I wanted to read about a guy thinking about the girl he likes like a puppy (aw, look at the cute widdle thing's anger!) and guilting about anything except actually, you know, hurting the feelings of the girl he supposedly loves so much...

Ugh.

Give me Jacob. His POV I actually like. Even if I do loathe him for the selfishness and borderline sexual assault.

The more I think about it... wow, this really does make the Doctor/Rose relationship seem like the pinnacle of health, guys.

ETA: ( HOW DID I MISS THIS BEFORE? Herein be spoilers, some text from the book )

Just... I... How...

Where were my alarm bells? Who stole them? Who turned off my brain and Creepy Sexism Sensors? Moffat squicks me, and I almost volunteered for an online abuse hotline and have read so so much about abusive and/or controlling relationships.

GAH.

ETA2: ( Because I was so proud for just a second )

Yes, Edward. Command her. That is what women are for. ...How has Alice not smacked you yet?

Though this bit did make me giggle:

For a half-second I was distracted by the idea, the impossibility, of what it would be like to kiss her. My lips to her lips, cold stone to warm, yielding silk…

And then she dies.