With all due respect, the lot of you criticising me are idiots for doing it. When I can't get through a piece of writing because my eyes start to hurt halfway through, then it's a BAD PIECE, and spewing out praise like gibbering monkeys does nothing to help anybody, the author least of all. And Sir Russell, in particular, is the biggest of the lot for being under some insane impression that it's not right to criticise something without making a piece of work yourself; it's a mindset somewhat undermined by the existence of film critics, literature critics, game critics, music critics and, indeed, everything with the word "critics" following it.

Prehaps a comment on what you thought of the actually story not the lay out might help ease the concious of this wonderful women of whom i have had the pleasure several times and has corrected myself on all forms of spelling and grammer.
I am not here to "ease her conscience/conscious", whichever word it was you were going for. Nor am I going to pull any punches, and I'm especially not going to gush with praise about a piece of writing that isn't worth it.