Is it just me, or has the written world gone smirk-happy?
It seems like every book I read now has an abundance of smirking. I, personally, find it quite irking. (Heh, rhymes.) Seriously, though, it’s ridiculous. I don’t think I’ve read a single book published in the last few years that did not have a smattering of smirks. And we all know who to blame, right?
Yep, Mr. Slytherin himself is the smirk king! Just look:
All those smirks… So it seems the world has fallen in love with the word. A good smirk is sometimes a necessity, but goods smirks aren’t constant. If your character is always freaking smirking, the s/he isn’t doing anything else!
Don’t get me wrong, I love a smirk every now and then, but if your characters are smirking every other page then you need to work on their personality.
And now one more lovely picture of Tom Felton smirking, because I can’t really picture anyone smirking as delightfully as he does.
Unless maybe it’s Loki or Tom HIddleston…
It’s something about those Toms, apparently, that makes their smirks so delightful!