In case you wanted a refresher of what I would have rather wasted my time with:
attributed to DINE.TO
Well, let's just say I was right. Everything ends up fine and religious in the end. The mom even becomes responsible after Paula the Protagonist lends her a million billion dollars and asks her to seek counseling, church, and a good order of SIT YOUR ASS DOWN.
I want to shit on the book, but I think it has good intentions, which is weird for a romance novel. I mean, the whole point of this book is that Paula is an independent woman with her own soap/candle store (Am I the only one that thinks this store would be overwhelming to visit? Every time I go to Bath and Body Works I hyperventilate) and doesn't want to compromise her own career for a man. Which, amen. But... I'm not recommending this. If you want a trashy romance novel, um, I don't really have any recommendations, but I always enjoy watching Gossip Girl. And maybe Hellcats. And maybe The OC, seasons 1, 2, and 4. Can't help it -- my grandma trained me to love soap operas, which is sort of what happens when you grow up with old people (you also appreciate the sport of mah-jong and playing 24 rounds of it in one sitting. Which part should you be concerned about? The fact that I called it a sport, or playing 24 rounds of it?)
Please. Don't front, you love it too.
currently listening to:
When the Well Runs Dry
Drive-by Truckers
xoxo
t
PS. Do you know what books is really NOT great? The book I am reading right now. "Nickel and Dimed." It is in fact awful: self-righteous, indignant, and so tedious to read. Over it.
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