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oh! it's fairy tale Outlander. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm having a good time. but it's weird how nobody talks about this being fairy tale Outlander

A.S. Byatt is actually hilarious for naming the one (1) American in her extremely English novel Mortimer Cropper

"He took her somewhere... out of the city? State?"

"Pine Barrens out in Jersey."

THE SOPRANOS IS EVERYWHERE FOR THOSE WITH EYES TO SEE

🕯️pls don't interrupt me while I'm casting my spells (manifesting Circe/Daedelus/Odysseus whychoose)🕯️

read two mediocre romances before this so i am now relaxing into a master's capable hands, as a treat

not to be all "why is no one talking about this" but!!!!!! it's been a long time since i've read a contemporary romance where the author clearly cared about words this much. low bar i guess but that is simply the state of the union

and if i said circe is kind of a drip, what then

choosing to pick up a mafia romcom(?) while i'm in the middle of watching the sopranos is maybe the meanest thing i've ever done. like imagine being so moved by the myth of hades and persephone that you to pick up ACOTAR for the first time

this is the second adult novel i've read this year that's contained an inexplicable lecture on why blowing stuff up with bombs is bad. what's up with that

"uwu i'm just a little guy," said the literal emperor

"This is money: With enough of it, you can get what you want. She has planned the first song she will play on the cassette deck, A Tribe Called Quest's 'Excursions.'" damn ok girl! taste!!

no actually: what am i gonna do when this is over. what am i gonna do when these men are no longer rescuing each other from crocodile enclosures

"I don't blame you for shooting him [with a gun], but let's not be hasty [by rejecting his marriage proposal]"

Lord Byron once again found at the scene of the crime

extremely annoyed by this fuckass book, which I mean as a compliment

>:(

i can't focus on anything that's not hockey romance right now and i've decided to stop trying

what a joy, what an unmitigated pleasure, to pick up this book after reading a half dozen contemporary romances too scared of their own shadow to depict characters in unhealthy conflict. chapter two and we are instigating fist fights in a darkened alleys, we are mixing beer with percs, we are CYBERBULLYING, let's fucking gooooooo

"I wonder what kind of cake we will make, if we have to make it from the fruit of the old tree that grew up in the brownfield. A tree that can make you bleed. There's a chance it will be better, and a certainty it will be more real."

won't somebody think of the property values????? 😩😩

tired: "girlboss"
wired: "mistress of the situation"

🏆 first-time-a-book-made-me-cry-in-2025 award 🏆

i'm back on my bullshit

i once read a review of The Help (2011) that called Bryce Dallas Howard "energetic in a thankless role" and that's how i feel about this book

thought it was gonna be a Fleabag-type thing, but no, everybody really does call her Piglet

boldly staring my future in the face (writing a novel in an uninsulated shack in the woods)

ugh I take back the nice stuff I said in the last update. this book is actually starting to piss me off lol

okay we're rollin now. in the span of 50 pages this went from being a slog to EXACTLY what i needed to hear right now. knew my guy kyle would come thru!!

having SUCH a hard time getting into this, which is a shame, because i've been looking forward to reading it for a long time. there's nothing wrong with it, exactly, it's just that maybe... i have nothing left to learn... about algorithms?? lol