And If We Dream (1985)
More like and if I scream.

More like and if I scream.

Great, now I can’t get that Lost Frequencies and James Blunt song out of my head.

Here’s a classic gay romance: even when you cheated on the wife and gave her AIDS, how dare she complained! Women, so icky.

This is so messy-stupid-dumb that I feel quite embarrassed on behalf of the author.

Australians apparently lose their minds during a zombie apocalypse, inflicting great pain on the audience in the process.

And although there’s pain in my chest, I still wish you the best – with an eff you…

Tempt me with assholes? Sorry, I’m not that kind of gal.

This is one of those books that have no reason to be; it’s just there, I guess, to make sure that there aren’t too many trees growing out there.

Two straight men giving one another back rubs and… yeah. Straight men. Straight.

This is what happens when Avon tries to fob off inspirational romances on unknowing heathens like me.
