The position of that dog…
No. Just no.
Holy fucking shit.
I just realised why I read romance.
Like, right now just now.
It’s in my genes. Seriously.
I was bred for it.
For I am the product of a shotgun marriage!
BEAT THAT TROPE, BITCHES!
Fuck me, but the Romance Bookity World is a nightmare at the moment. I mean, geesus. What the hell happened to, I don’t know, reading? For fun?? Who knew it was that fucking hard. Christ.
So, please, for the love of humanity, someone tell me what you’ve read recently that you’ve absolutely loved?
I’m begging here.
Some time ago… at some blog… somewhere… I did a series of guest posts to do with my bad reading habits.
While it is true I have close to a gazillion of these, the three I wrote about – in no particular order – were:
Anywho, because I’m in a sharing kind of a mood, I thought I’d let you know what I’ve been reading on the toilet.
It has cats! It has a zombie apocalypse! It is a choose your own adventure story!
What more can you want in a toilet book?!
It’s a gift directly from The Book Goddesses especially for the all-mighty porcelain throne!
So what have you been reading on the toilet lately? Don’t be shy. A toilet is one of the greatest social equalisers.