Ricky
I've had some kind of upper respiratory situation for the past week which I think must be messing up my neurotransmitters or something because this is the third gay romance novel in a week that I have enjoyed enough to want to give four stars to, when I had never given four stars to any romance novel before. In this case, I think part of the reason I enjoyed this book so much was because of the way it complements the TV show. I don't know how I would have rated it if I hadn't seen the TV show first. It really is satisfying to see them grow both as people and as a couple. The end is kind of cheesy but it's nice.
I guess it probably doesn't hurt that before reading these books, I read a bunch of really bad Christmas themed romance novels throughout December and maybe that recalibrated my rating system lol.
But also at the same time, I find myself thinking of this moment that happened in my early twenties where I was at a rave party and I realized I authentically, genuinely liked techno. I feel like I've developed Stockholm syndrome because I've been reading these trashy gay romance novels (for years now) as a guilty pleasure as a kind of mental health thing because they often lighten my mood. Now I worry that they've rotted my brain or something lol. Maybe I need to get back to my project of reading all of Thomas Hardy's novels but I keep getting stuck at The Hand of Ethelberta lol
I've had some kind of upper respiratory situation for the past week which I think must be messing up my neurotransmitters or something because this is the third gay romance novel in a week that I have enjoyed enough to want to give four stars to, when I had never given four stars to any romance novel before. In this case, I think part of the reason I enjoyed this book so much was because of the way it complements the TV show. I don't know how I would have rated it if I hadn't seen the TV show first. It really is satisfying to see them grow both as people and as a couple. The end is kind of cheesy but it's nice.
I guess it probably doesn't hurt that before reading these books, I read a bunch of really bad Christmas themed romance novels throughout December and maybe that recalibrated my rating system lol.
But also at the same time, I find myself thinking of this moment that happened in my early twenties where I was at a rave party and I realized I authentically, genuinely liked techno. I feel like I've developed Stockholm syndrome because I've been reading these trashy gay romance novels (for years now) as a guilty pleasure as a kind of mental health thing because they often lighten my mood. Now I worry that they've rotted my brain or something lol. Maybe I need to get back to my project of reading all of Thomas Hardy's novels but I keep getting stuck at The Hand of Ethelberta lol