I read fuck all at the moment.
Well, when I say that, it’s in fits more than starts. And there are very few fits.
Of the reading kind, that is. *HAR* *HAR*
So when I do get the urge to pick up a book it usually has a theme or excerpt or something which really appeals and, quite frankly, it’s short. Since my ‘mental health episodes’ all began, I just don’t have the focus anymore. It sucks, but what can you do.
Anyways, back to my rant…
Like you didn’t know it wasn’t going to be one.
I had an awake period during the night and powered up the ol’ eyepad for some bookity.
Me: *reading, reading, reading* Yeah, not badly handled. *reading, reading, reading* *last few pages* Sure this didn’t wow me or anything, but for 2am…
As soon as I read those couple of paragraphs in the final pages of the story, I knew it.
An m/m? Friends to lovers? Gay? Bi. Twu Wuv. zOMG! Remember that girl from high school? A reunion?
Me: Well, Gollee Gee. One wonders if doth there be-est a sequel to this-eth.
Look, I don’t give a toss whether it’s PC to hate m/m/f, hate m/f in m/m or whatever at the moment. Couldn’t give a shit. It’s a debate that will always be rehashed.
But the ambush menage? This is another thing entirely. And, yep, I’m using this word deliberately given the context. I mean the last couple of pages? Seriously??
I fucking hate that.