At the time of writing, I am grateful that I have an unemployment-day-off to write this post, bleary-eyed, from my bed. I hate Patrick Ness.
Here are the reasons why I hate Patrick Ness:
- I only meant to read a chapter before bed. At about ten-ish, I picked it up, thinking I’d wind down with a chapter or two instead of watching Netflix… and at about half two I put it down again, finished. Damn you, Ness!
- This is the first of a series and I don’t have the other two. This is not, I suppose, strictly speaking Patrick Ness’ personal fault, but I was not prepared for this book to be the first in a series (I know, I should read the cover!) and what is Ness’ fault is the dire situation in which he leaves the ending of the first book. ARGH! Ness!!
- HE KILLED HIM HOW COULD YOU KILL HIM NESS YOU MONSTER HE DIDNT DESERVE TO DIE!!!! (Sorry, this is as close to a spoiler as I will get but honestly I cannot cope NESS HOW DARE YOU!)
Here’s the thing. Until relatively recently, I’d not heard of Patrick Ness – then, I was recommended The Rest of Us Just Live Here, and loved it. So I started reading more of his stuff. And watching his TV stuff. (Class, a YA Doctor Who spin-off, is currently on iPlayer and is definitely one of the better spin-offs I’ve seen. I’m really enjoying it.)
And what I have come to notice is that everything he writes is so different. I really admire this skill – Ness is spanning genres here. Out of everything I’ve seen/read, I guess the loosest category you could apply would be sci-fi, except that doesn’t even really fit properly. And although everything is so different, everything is so good. I have been completely absorbed – head first – into every world he has created that I have encountered and he makes me care about his characters more than I care about some real people and I care what happens to them and he writes such convincing pain…
I hate you, Ness.
In the same way Whovians and Sherlockians hate Steven Moffat.
In the same way that Potterheads hated J K Rowling after the end of book five. And book six. And book seven.
In the way that so many people hate George R R Martin.
Because only true love can fuel this kind of hate.