
The Man Who Loved Jane Austen by Sally Smith O’Rourke
Don’t read this is you’re an enemy of diabetes.

Don’t read this is you’re an enemy of diabetes.
Everyone’s so perfect here, so what conflict? What conflict can there ever be?
It was going OK until the author loses track of her story.
Bland. Just bland.
High school boys are so cute together, aww,
A trans romance… that feels flat and even pointless.
This one starts out bumpy, but becomes something beautiful along the way.
Same tune, same lyrics, just different CD cover.
Reissuing embarrassingly bad books from the old days is so fashionable these days.
The heroine needs to DIE.