A Country Christmas by Elizabeth Doyle
It’s not you or everyone else, it;s totally me.
It’s not you or everyone else, it;s totally me.
This is a work of camp. If you expect anything else, be prepared to cringe and be disappointed.
What is it about woods in Southern redneck areas that attract dumb teens by the droves?
The lover in question needs to take a hammer at his crotch.
The author uses so many words to describe annoying banal things.
Shut up. Don’t look at me like that. I blame Christmas.
This is a horrible story, but for a story from this author. it’s a triumph.
I think the author tried to be too clever when it comes to this one. It’s quite a mess.
There are some problems, but I’m got.
Good things are here, but so are the not-good ones. I guess this makes it average?