Dear Murderbot, this is your Dear John letter. You saw this coming, right? You must have. Six books and not one ringing success. It’s that unnecessarily oversized book five that really delivered the final blow, though out of basic decency and a need to meet obligations, I read book six as it was provided for review purposes. And while I appreciated you returning to a much more suitable (and a personal favorite) novella format, the brevity alone no longer does the trick.
It won’t matter to you, will it? You’re so inexplicably popular and beloved by so many. What’s one dissenting opinion, one disappointed reader? You won’t even sulk probably or I’d like to think maybe you might, just for a short while, and then just dissolve your sadness in a streaming show like you do and go on with your life. In fact, why did you ever think that passion for space soap operas and snark were enough of a personality to attract and maintain one’s attention and affection? It wasn’t, it isn’t, not when all that leaves in a bunch of interchangeable uninteresting side characters and muddled contrived convoluted plots. I know, it isn’t your fault, you were written that way (and none of your books were ever as much fun as their descriptions made them out to b)e and then praised and awarded so repeatedly, there was never any reason to improve. And it’s sad in a way and it’s certainly a commentary on popular tastes, but most importantly, Murderbot, it’s the end of us. I can no longer in good conscience rationalize spending time with you, hoping against all reason that you’ll turn your act around and wow me. In fact, sorry to say, I regret the time we did spend together. I don’t think it was worth it. And I kind of can’t believe I stuck around for this long. What can I say…I’m a completist. A book loving romantic. And you…I’m not even sure what you are, you’re not really a pandering sellout, you’re more on an inexplicable weird trend. A gimmicky creation stretched out seemingly indefinitely over a series by an underwhelming talent to an inexplicable acclaim. I wanted you to be more. Maybe it isn’t fair. So you just go do you. We tried. It was real, Murberbot, but it’s already fading from memory, much like every single plot of your books immediately after completion. Goodbye, Murderbot. Thanks Netgalley
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