This is the most idealized, grotesque, good-versus-evil look at politics I have EVER SEEN. And it’s even more gruesome the second time.

It’s what got my first read to drop from presumably 5 to 3.5. THE POLITICS: This is, by far, the WORST thing about this book. Alex is obnoxious and made me feel like either a) a person with a hangover yelling at the still-drunk people to shut up or b) a grumpy old man telling snot-nosed children from the 1950s to get out of his yard. Henry and Alex, however.I hate very much. THE CHARACTERS: I love Bex or Bea (I think it’s Bea), and I love Henry’s friend whose name I can’t remember (is it Pez? Or is that just a candy), I love June and Nora so much I would marry them, and also remember their names, which is apparently high praise for me. (But more on that later.) Anyway, a romance that is 99% either sexting or sex is not convincing or fun for me. However if I had skipped all explicit scenes in this book, I would only have a pamphlet trying to get me to join the fictional perfect glorified Democratic Party in my hands. That’s a me problem, however, and usually I will remedy it by just not reading it. I don’t like when there’s too much smut in a book. THE SMUT: Okay, I’ll admit this is personal preference. (Get it? Because cheese? Come on, now you can’t yell at me. (I didn’t have a third one.) This time, the plot (which is just romance) never grabbed my attention, and the cheesy love ated. THE ROMANCE: First time I read this, I felt like the human equivalent of a waffle. Let’s talk about why, in bullet points, so as to hopefully limit my wordiness and therefore limit how mad at me you guys will be (please don’t yell at me I am already heartless and depressed): (If you know anything about me, you know I am too lazy to write multiple reviews of one book unless the circumstances are truly life-ending-ly dire.

(DON’T HURT ME.)Īnd generally being so discombobulated and displeased that I have to write a whole new review. Rereading it.and dropping a three point five rating (already gives a Scrooge-like aura of grumpiness) to.two point five. Taking this book, which everyone has hailed as pure joy / cookie-level sweetness / the greatest romance of our generation even though it’s fictional / overall so happiness-bringing it seems like it should be relegated to black market dealings… And they say actions speak louder than words, so here I am. I have definitely said this before, but I don’t know if you’ve really HEARD me.

Casey mc quiston