“I hate malls. They’re like strip clubs for women. All tease and sparkle and the empty promise that if you just drop enough cash, somehow you’ll be fulfilled. The slick, shameless hustle of a shopping mall makes places like Eye Candy look downright charitable by comparison.”
But the lack of shock value (and,unfortunately, along with that the lack of surprise in the plotting or delivery) makes stuff like this strange. Of course, we’re all whores, at least metaphorically; but when the novel’s plot involves a truckload of underage human traffic, I expect even the industry professional would prefer the Sherman Oaks Mall over moral equivalency.