Spark of Desire by Sheryl Lister
This one leaves me burning with terminal boredom.
This one leaves me burning with terminal boredom.
And now, I’m stepping out.
You can claim to be a girlboss all you want, but you’ll still need to mother the hero.
Which Whitney Houston song will get butchered this time?
More like toothless letters, unless the ruthlessness is a reference to the ennui I’m feeling.
Everything feels staged and tad too contrived for its own good.
This thing is written by a software. Change my mind.
Sad to say, I doubt I’ll remember much about this one, after all that is said and done!
My money is on the crazy heroine dismembering the hero and serving him for dinner one of these days.
Ah, if only divorce is as awesome as this story makes it out to be!