So, about this latest book I’m reading. I’d characterize it as “Like reading Piers Anthony only with more gay sex.” I enjoyed Piers Anthony when I was 12 years old. I’m not 12 years old anymore.
(To be fair, the reviews seem to rave about it and I’m only 35% into it. Maybe it gets dramatically better?)
UPDATE: It didn’t get any better ☹️ I actually really hate reviewing books I don’t think are very good. Someone worked very hard to make something they thought was worthwhile and I don’t want to be the one to tell them it sucks. I’ll have to think about it and figure out objectively why it didn’t work for me, and why maybe it might work for someone else.
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