lucy

i can guarantee it's not that big ☹️

page one gave me whiplash

these were too kinky for anything else to be taken seriously

“i'm your daddy on the field, bitch” pop off, king

winx on crack

it was ok

all the timothee chamamalam comparisons made me uncomfy

in ten years time, i'll still be thinking about this book

characters? insufferable
plot? bland
research? nonexistent
chapters? criminally long
diversity? forced
baby pov? weird

never getting groomed because i hate poetry

almost had me there, buddy

could've skipped a third and wouldn't have missed anything

the same three things happened multiple times

i didn't have to read this. but i think it's important for everyone to know to follow the arrows in ikea.

there were more sports in this than most “sports” romances

the pseudo-incest at the end really got me

this killed every last braincell

1. no wedding
   2. too much slobbing on knobs
   3. “i could hardly breathe” x1 million = only reminded me of the song from ginny and georgia

these ppl piss me off

everyone needs to stop thirsting for each other and actually solve some real world problems

she's so dramatic

juliette's whole personality is “i'm violent??

guys, i don't think she's insane

winston sounds more interesting

nvm, the sweats got me