1989 by Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift finally embraces pop in what is most likely her most calculated album ever.
Taylor Swift finally embraces pop in what is most likely her most calculated album ever.
He wants to cover every inch of my body with his autograph. I hope he dots every i carefully. Wait, did I say that out loud?
Oh no, this is a new album from Ne-Yo, and nobody – NOBODY – is going to tell me otherwise.
The best thing I can say about this one is YEEEEES, THE SERIES IS DONE WITH. OVER. HALLELOO!
Unoriginal, predictable, familiar, conventional… but I love almost every minute of it. Oh, be quiet or I’ll IP-ban you from here.
Why do I have this feeling that I am in competition with the author for the affections of her hero?
The shrew falls in love – an unexpectedly memorable character study of a damaged heroine who doesn’t care if you like her.
Christopher Nolan wastes almost 3 hours to show that women are horrible emotional creatures.
It’s such a nice change of pace to read about a lovelorn romantic guy instead of an alpha mule.
It’s a book with G-rated stuff about Zeus and his dysfunctional Greek family. The content is OK, but the execution is marvelous.