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I used to read a lot of S. American m-r lit

Ah, I see what you mean, like Isabel Allende and The House of the Spirits? I read that, too, and didn't love it. Tedious is a good word. And I struggled through about half of One Hundred Years of Solitude before I gave up (although that was a long time ago, when I was in high school; maybe I'd like it better, now). But I don't feel like that genre has a lot in common with the fantasy stuff that I like.

I have to say, anything with elves leaves me colder than an arse at an Arctic picnic.

::snort:: Too much Tolkien, eh?