Writers of fiction are generally a boring lot. They fall in love with their words so often that they forget to write about something interesting. They provide great detail about the snow outside, the clouds in the sky, and the angst ridden nature of the character, but at the end of the seventeen page description the main character ends up getting in the car. Nothing happens. If the character gets into that car and does something interesting I am all for it, but most writers forget to give you a payoff. Either that or they don’t have one, and all the beautiful language is meant to cover for that fact.