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I grow weary of college drama

“Sacramento. Had there ever been a more romantic city.”

Miranda. Come now.

Tana French is so skilled.

I’m loving the concept of the cryptid erotica (though I wouldn’t want to read it).

This has been rough going at the beginning, in part because of awkward phrasing. Straight into the 2nd chapter, there are references to the present & past in the same sentence, which grammatically wouldn’t be a problem, but they’re supposed to clue the reader in to eight months of plot that hasn’t yet been explained. “She would have, but she wasn’t, but he was, because this other guy had done a thing…”

There sure is a lot of using QUEER fucking ICON as a curse word. Elton fucking John, Tegan fucking Sara, Kristin fucking Stewart…. It’s getting annoying.

This is so good!

This one is slow going.

“…a piece of chipped paint on the yellow table, scratching it to uncover the sandalwood underneath.”
Really, your table is made of an incredibly expensive exotic wood and someone painted over it?

I complained about the last one, so I have only myself to blame. But some of the phrases are so awkward, like they’re written by an alien: “The pillowy promises in a golden loaf of brioche,” “A lemon pie that makes your teeth curl in delight.”

My toes are curling at this. But my teeth?

Would you say this is written in the Omniscient Third Person? whatever it is, I’m finding it so difficult to stand.

Sally really has some hair-trigger emotions.

I didn’t have any expectations for this, and so far it’s this: she’s a kind of fucked-up professional bodyguard (oh, how I love a screwed up protagonist in a stereotypically super-competent profession!) assigned to a movie star. So far there have been a lot of scuffles and moments where people are not at their best. What I’m saying is: this is catnip to me.

“I crave the simplest, smallest things…his passion for cast-iron cookware.”

😂

“By Wednesday, I’m stress-eating chia seeds by the handful, and those things are not cheap.”

🙈what

If punk rock and Black Mirror mind-melded.

Ash’s dad is making me angry.

The maze: shades of Matrix by Lauren Groff.