Ricky
I know relationships where people have broken up because somebody got a pet without consulting their partner. This author presents the ex-boyfriend as unreasonable or somehow uncaring because he's mad that his boyfriend adopted a child without consulting with him. just one of many examples of how this book reads very much like it was written by a woman who may or may not be in need of therapy, presumably to work on the family issues she's always referring to and the seething resentment about an ex-partner. It is always funny to imagine a parallel universe where gay people act the way they do in books written by women. Anyway as far as Christmas themed romance novels go, this one feels kind of heavy. I feel like all of these people are really annoying and need a lot of therapy. It's just pages and pages and pages of people being angry and resentful, but mixed up with annoying stories about the joys of parenting. This certainly isn't the first time I've felt like gay romance novels aren't really about gay men at all but about heterosexual women working through their own baggage, but I don't think it's ever been as bare as it is in this book. It's so weird. I don't know, maybe I'm being harsh, but I should have probably just put this book down at a certain point.
I know relationships where people have broken up because somebody got a pet without consulting their partner. This author presents the ex-boyfriend as unreasonable or somehow uncaring because he's mad that his boyfriend adopted a child without consulting with him. just one of many examples of how this book reads very much like it was written by a woman who may or may not be in need of therapy, presumably to work on the family issues she's always referring to and the seething resentment about an ex-partner. It is always funny to imagine a parallel universe where gay people act the way they do in books written by women. Anyway as far as Christmas themed romance novels go, this one feels kind of heavy. I feel like all of these people are really annoying and need a lot of therapy. It's just pages and pages and pages of people being angry and resentful, but mixed up with annoying stories about the joys of parenting. This certainly isn't the first time I've felt like gay romance novels aren't really about gay men at all but about heterosexual women working through their own baggage, but I don't think it's ever been as bare as it is in this book. It's so weird. I don't know, maybe I'm being harsh, but I should have probably just put this book down at a certain point.