Sooooo… the FMC likes rambling and tangents….

coolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt

Desire swirled in his gut as he raked his gaze over her. He didn’t think he wouldn’t ever not have that reaction when she was presented to him like this.

Someone please tell me wtf this sentence is supposed to mean because I cannot decipher the triple negative😭

I never thought I’d see the day when I complain about too much yearning but I think that day has come 😬

I think it’s because I don’t really understand why they would be yearning for each other? I mean, I’m only at the prologue, but they’re already at sharing tents, sleeping face-to-face, sensual massages, and changing in front of each other. What more could you possibly yearn for? They spend every waking moment together, they’re seen socially and professionally as a single unit, they can’t really date other people, and they would die for each other. They’re basically a couple already in all but name, so the “yearning” feels a bit contrived when they’re already living with basically all the emotional and physical connection that comes with being lovers.

I’m a bit disappointed because it takes away a lot of what I personally find fun about a romance, which is the slow build-up and the gradual development of emotional and physical connection over time. This feels like it’s trying to set up friends-to-lovers but it’s looking more like going from couple-that-loves-each-other to couple-that-loves-each-other-AND-has-sex.

DNFing. The writing is definitely not my style, which is unfortunate because a lot of people seemed to like this book.

I find this MC super annoying. Does she get better??

I've looked through the first two pages and it definitely sounds like the author had an idea and tried to write it with an Al. Or they're just terrible with words.

"i wear a pink dress, the kind that promises softness and delivers none."

What do you mean? Pink is a colour, soft is a texture. How does a dress promises softness? Is it soft in itself or does it make its owner look cute or something? Either way what has pink to do with it?

"he bows on my pigtails pull too tight, yanking the skin and stretching my head into something neat, into something pleasing, a quiet violence made beautiful." What the hell is quiet violence? And how could it be made beautiful? Okay I could see someone using quiet violence as in Violence you don't see, but I have no idea what it has to do with yanking the skin and stretching the head.

In his hands is a cake, gleaming, its pink frosting too smooth, like plastic dipped in sugar, like something that belongs on a screen, too perfect to hold." Why would someone dip plastic in sugar? And why is a plastic cake too perfect to hold?