When I turn off my filter and turn into an unapologetic snarky jerk, I get more "likes" on Goodreads. Some would say that's sad and unprofessional and whatever, but I'm not in the business of being professional. If you've chanced across this blog before, you'll have quickly noticed that I am simply another asshole with an opinion on the internet.
I wouldn't have it any other way, honestly.
Anyway, this one currently has 88 likes. The sequel, Mine, has 86. These two reviews exhausted me when I wrote them. In fact, after composing the Mine review, I lost my reviewing mojo and still haven't really recovered. All this brilliance I've posted in the last 24 hours is playing catch-up from the past year plus of being a slacker at blog maintenance.
This book was the first deep wound. Mine was the killing stroke. But there's a happy ending for me occasionally delving into the New Adult Shit. I decided to embrace the madness if it's shamelessly trashy enough. There's one author who delivers on that.
But before getting ahead of myself, this crapburger.