Every dozen pages or so, the faces of Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi appear in my mind like jump scares attacking me from around the corners with that cringe-lascivious barrage of images and voices, and a Charli's soundtrack turning me into a wicked, vexed (mind you, these adjectives aren’t strangers in the novel) woman… CAN IT PLEASE STOP. It’s wrong on so many levels, okay? Okay, I’ll go back to reading now.
— Sep 15, 2025 10:17AM
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