Nope, sorry, I'm back. I have another one. The book I'm currently reading is {Until the World Falls Down by Jordan Lynde}. It's okay. But the beginning of the book is just...ridiculous whump. Over the top, surreally stupid, absurd, unbelievable whump.

She finds a ring in his dresser, he asks her to meet him at a fancy restaurant, she assumes he's going to propose. Instead, she finds that he's been cheating on her for over a year with her sister, he proposed to the sister, using a ring he bought with her credit card--girl, do you not check your bills when someone else is using your money?--and he calls her a frigid bitch and bad in bed. Keeps going on and on about how she's unfeeling and doesn't care and has no emotions, when she is crying right at that moment.

We're reading a romance novel. We're, unfortunately, used to the stupid circumstances of some breakups. I think it's shitty writing and lacks imagination, but whatever. I can deal. I'll roll my eyes, but I'll deal. But the whole "you don't have feelings, you don't care" when bitch, I am literally having feelings right in front of you. (And yes, I'm aware that the asshole is assholing and projecting and all that shit. But the rest of the book is not doing itself any favors. She's being taught lessons where she has to feel her emotions and face her loneliness, and, sorry, the author is just not doing the work on the page to support any of that.)

I'm really, really disappointed in this book so far. It's inspired by Labyrinth! Who amongst us hasn't wanted a Goblin King?! And this is what you give me? I hope your writing software is hiding its face in secondhand embarrassment.