Wrenasaurus "YeetTheKiwis" TexThe most recent lesbian romance book I'm reading had me hooked from the get-go. I was on the verge of tears, was getting butterflies in my belly and shaking a little bit just from the first few chapters.
I guess because it hits kinda hard and close to home. It's like... it's sorta like if romantic yearning were a funny bone and this book was the corner of a table. It tapped that spot just right to make you crumble into a crying mess on the floor. It really shouldn't hurt that much but it does and bad.
*lonnng sigh*
So with about 25% of it left, the tears have started gently falling. I've been lying here reading, quietly crying. I guess because this story has shown me what it could be like to love and *be* loved so hard by someone who knows you deeply, gets you and is also a confidant, trusted companion and partner.
Blech.
I'm almost done. Not sure why I do this to myself. No, I know why. I enjoy reading again. This subgenre of lesbian romance is usually kind of funny and rather spicy. And reading pulls me away from the ugliness of the world for a bit.
I kinda feel like just stopping this one though. Who am I kidding? I'll read it all the way. I'm this far in but it's just a little too real.
John Griogair Bell
