![]() ![]() Instead, I was sucked into a whirlwind of idiocy. I love romance, but I read this book hoping to be swept away by a romance. Once you get used to having it, it doesn't really bother you much anymore. Anna is the sort of character that grows on you, much like mildew, or herpes. I know many of people enjoyed it, and I can see why. ![]() It wasn't the worst contemporary I've ever read, but this book was tremendously annoying and I simply do not understand the hype. The good thing about it is that this book isn't the sugar-free type of sweet, so there were no anal explosions. It's sickening, and best in small doses, and I still feel like I need an internal cleanse after spreading the reading of this book over several days. It's the "Oh my god, why did I eat that entire package of Oreos? I DON'T EVEN LIKE OREOS!" sort of sweet. Yeah, I guess you could say this is a sweet romance, but it's not the good sort of sweet. To be frank, Anna Oliphant is a motherfucking idiot. Mostly, I just want to bring Anna in front of the US Congress as an example of how the US educational system has grievously failed our students. Some of them involve a bottle of choloroform, a shovel, and an unmarked grave. ![]() There were many things I wanted to do to Anna Oliphant throughout this book. I’ve never felt this way about anybody before-” What's the saying? Once a cheater, always a cheater? Oh, the fucking hypocrisy. In my mind, I thought of you in ways I shouldn’t have, again and again. ![]()
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