However if I had skipped all explicit scenes in this book, I would only have a pamphlet trying to get me to join the fictional perfect glorified Democratic Party in my hands.

That’s a me problem, however, and usually I will remedy it by just not reading it.

I don’t like when there’s too much smut in a book. THE SMUT: Okay, I’ll admit this is personal preference. (Get it? Because cheese? Come on, now you can’t yell at me. (I didn’t have a third one.) This time, the plot (which is just romance) never grabbed my attention, and the cheesy love ated. THE ROMANCE: First time I read this, I felt like the human equivalent of a waffle. Let’s talk about why, in bullet points, so as to hopefully limit my wordiness and therefore limit how mad at me you guys will be (please don’t yell at me I am already heartless and depressed): (If you know anything about me, you know I am too lazy to write multiple reviews of one book unless the circumstances are truly life-ending-ly dire. (DON’T HURT ME.)Īnd generally being so discombobulated and displeased that I have to write a whole new review. Rereading it.and dropping a three point five rating (already gives a Scrooge-like aura of grumpiness) to.two point five. Taking this book, which everyone has hailed as pure joy / cookie-level sweetness / the greatest romance of our generation even though it’s fictional / overall so happiness-bringing it seems like it should be relegated to black market dealings… And they say actions speak louder than words, so here I am. I have definitely said this before, but I don’t know if you’ve really HEARD me.

Casey mcquiston red white & royal blue