Ever read a book and loved it, then read the same book later (in a different edition, from a different publisher, etc.) and thought, hm, well, maybe not?
I read the Future Tense Books chapbook PLEASE DON’T KILL THE FRESHMAN by Zoe Trope and was blown away. I loved its style, its pressure, its pinning-down of ordinary angst ridden existence.
But just recently, I made it around to reading the expanded Harper Tempest version of PLEASE DON’T KILL THE FRESHMAN by Zoe Trope and I couldn’t even make it through. It felt bled out, stagnant in its pushy style, too static for its own good.
Years have passed and the editions were different, but what the hell?
This ever happen to you?