The Perfect Victim by Linda Castillo
The title refers to me, right?

The title refers to me, right?

If capitalism is as bad as this book suggests, then why do we have to pay the author for it? Why not just steal it?

This horrific Hallmark-style story can go choke on a pink tampon.

Please ax this franchise. My brain can’t take the pain any more.

This is another story fueled by the heroine’s stupidity, played up for laughs. Oh joy.

The two characters here are such wretched wastes of space, I don’t know why nobody hadn’t killed them long before.

Is Crystal Creek somewhere in hell?

Men in dud, more like. How did it go from a fun movie to… this?

The Queen of Crapsack Awful Comedy is back with more terrifying cringe.

I guess happy people can’t ever have a good sex life.
