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During the past week, I’ve had some seriously big, heh revealing, deja vu moments. A number of book blurbs have rung the ‘hey, I’ve read/watched that story line before’ bell. And I’ve been playing the prediction game with some reviewers, ie what they’ll say and … Continue reading
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. No joke. For I am the product of a shotgun marriage! BEAT THAT TROPE, BITCHES! … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
You know you’ve been reading too many shifter books when you start yelling at the book because the author is doing the mating thing wrong.
Maybe it’s me, but have you ever read something in a story and then gone online to see if it’s the real deal? The other day found me researching if the appendix was connected to the rectum after reading about … Continue reading