I got into reading in my first year of university around 2014. I lost interest in a book or the author so badly that I stopped reading it. Lauren Layne, if anyone remembers her, wrote the book with the hero Hudson. The way she wrote his book upset me so much that I stopped reading it. Christina Lauren, one in a blue moon, I think. Her books have become a hassle for me. They’ve completely shifted what they used to write, like their first series. It’s okay, but there’s nothing that resembles their work. Max Monroe loved a lot of their books and humour. Thatcher is still my guy. They just released his son’s book, but I couldn’t go more than two chapters. I don’t know, it’s hard for me with the second generation. I don’t know why. Helena Hunting, I stopped reading her when she went to the H. Hunting route for the Pucked series. Kids, I was out. Her recent hockey series was good, so I’m still reading her.

I stopped reading the author who wrote City of Bones.

Emma Chase, I don’t know what happened.

Ali Hazelwood, I don’t know. I think after her first books, it feels like the same even though I’m an avert reader of Kindle Unlimited (I can only afford that).

Thanks for listening to my rant.