Having your eyes raped by adjectives and other useless textual diarrhea does not usually make for a highly compelling read. Plus there's the added bonus of being told very inconsequential details, like what color shoes Eva's wearing, how many steps she had to climb, how often she eats yogurt to keep regular (I'm making up my own, but you get the gist). The entire book goes on in a similar vein. "I wasn't surprised by my roommate's emphatic pronouncement." When I first got started, I was terrified because I hit pretentious wordage in the second sentence: They're damaged, they're melodramatic, they're whiny and self-absorbed, they're like, sooo hot, and the entire "story" is them fucking and then whining about it, and then fucking some more. But fans generally defend the story, and I've gotta say, as far as stories go, it's pretty lame.
There isn't much of a plot, but then, I guess there doesn't really need to be since it's just smut cleverly (*snort*) disguised as literature.
How? By laughing uncontrollably at nearly every sex scene (and believe me, there are many). Buuuut.for the most part, I had a good time. Another horrifying testament to the standards which modern writers are apparently held. I went into this thinking it was going to be completely and totally lame. Oh, my god, you guys, this book! Oh, my god. Possible spoilers and definitely NSFW (unless your workplace is made of awesome).
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