Blind Your Ponies by Stanley G. West

I've officially given up on Blind Your Ponies. I've been reading a page here and there, and even though the actual story is interesting, I just detest the flowery way that the author writes. I want to smack him upside the face everytime I read one of his stupid ephemisms...gimme a break.....they're called "breasts" not "succulent orchards". Sheesh.....

And lest you think I'm an urban snob, I grew up on a farm in western Montana, lived there for 30 years, my town was so small that there was only 23 kids in my graduating high school class, so I do get it, I just think it was so badly written, that I couldn't make it all the way through!

(Posted on LibaryThing March 7, 2008 and myspace October 5, 2007)