Ooo, I've been thinking about this thread, eta.

The wife of the friend of my husband recently loaned me three books by Anne Rice. A series on witches, the first book being The Witching Hour.

I had never read anything by Anne Rice before and I never will again.

This woman is so dependent on adjectives it is annoying. I only managed to get about one sixth through the book and I couldn't stand it anymore.

One guy remembers how his childhood home in New Orleans looked, with (alternately) towering, majestic, grand oaks and (alternately) verdant lush, luxuriant, fertile, leafy, green gardens.

Then, he tells somebody about his childhood home and goes over everything again - with all the adjectives variations.

Then he goes back to his childhood home and describes the whole thing as he travels through it - again with all the adjectives.

One more page on towering oaks, majestic oaks and I was ready to go to a real old fashion book burning.

Seriously, this is such a rare occurance for me. I'll read just about anything. Even if I'm not too thrilled about it, I'll finish the book, but this one was impossible.

If the redundant adjectives had been trimmed from the pages I read, I'm sure I would have been hooked. As it was, I forced myself to get even that far in.

(I was only reading them because this woman had a severe post-partum depression and this was the first time in a couple of years I saw her enthused about something. Finally she said "oh, I'll lend them to you and we can discuss it." But I just can't finish them. I was giving myself a headache trying.)

How can Anne Rice be so popular? I just don't get it.