Status Updates From The Divine Gardener's Handb...

American English is pretty clearly not Jess Nahikian's forte--I'm a little confused why the directorial choice for them to use it. Really distracting when they mispronounce words/mangle an r/ make weird pauses/fail to emote. I had to look her up to make sure they weren't AI.

Fam, I don’t like this.

I literally have no idea how we went from two MCs hating each other's guts over a gardener job position to a damn revolution

‘“Oh, wow,” said Purcell, as they walked through an entryway studded with ancient pop-culture paraphernalia. Half of it was printouts of cat memes.

“Did they really worship cats?” Purcell had soaked up this urban myth from somewhere, and Cyprin was not about to disabuse her of it.

“Yes. Cats used to be our overlords, before the AI saved us.” Total lies.’

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Is this daddy issues backstory going to get weird or

Liking this a lot but I’m desperate for some worldbuilding and I also feel like the relationships are progressing too quickly and easily

The FMCs just kissed and they're about to save a MAN??? 😭 Bro I signed up for sapphic not a throuple with a man

“Maverick had always been a douchebag, but a familiar douchebag. He’d been her douchebag. It had been almost a crush, an obsession to be everything to the man without any clear idea of the implications. And hadn’t that worked out well.”

Why is this sapphic book so male-centric ugh

“Cyprin watched the way God’s slender toes moved over the carpet. Wanting to own him so that he could never abandon her was the same as wanting him, wasn’t it?”

Sapphic where

This is sapphic but both FMCs are trying to get a man's attention. Happy pride month I guess 🫠

“Purcell wasn’t in full control of her faculties, bits and pieces were slotting together like a game of Tetris and she couldn’t stop them.”

They have Tetris in this fantasy world??

‘“They call you an egotistical, controlling, obsessed perfectionist. Sometimes all in the same sentence.”’

Yikes

“God was a part of life, like gender and the twelve-hour workday, that she had never questioned.”

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“Purcell edged closer, her fingertips on the tools in her pockets, ready to quick-draw her pliers gunslinger-style in case he tried any plant-god nonsense like in the stories where he became a golden shower and harassed some poor girl.”

...Golden shower? 😐

“And there, in a dirt well in the center, was the Mint Throne itself, grown into the shape of the Petaled Divine’s holy ass, or so they said. It all looked rather woody. Her fingers itched to give it a trim and some fertilizer.”

... What