*Book source ~ NetGalley
4 July 2013
Erotica
369 Pages
My Rating ~ .5 bites
DNF @4%
DNF @4%
The narrator, a woman of
20, dumps her boyfriend and leaves her small town for the big city of London.
She wants to be a photographer and that’s not going to happen back in
Hicksville with Billy Bob. Or whatever the equivalent is in Britain. Her
thoughts ramble on in such a pretentious and annoying fashion that I had to give
up or go insane. For a 20-yr-old she sure sounds like a 50-yr-old. In any case,
I tried to continue but when I got to the part where she meets the creepy guy in
a dark alley and her thoughts take 5 million years to describe how hot and
interesting he is (but never once thinking he might be a rapist or serial
killer or maybe she did and I missed it in her multi-page rambling drivel) and
then she says his stubble is frustrated and his cheekbones are snow-piste.
Wtf?! Now she’s the really creepy one. Seriously? I was out of there. Nope. Good-bye. I
kill them both in my head. The end.
PS: There are probably people who eat this purple prose shit up. I am not one of them. As you can probably tell.
Ha ha ha. I don't like purple prose either. 😊🌸✨
ReplyDelete*high fives* I'm not sure I know anyone who does. lol
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