Grrrrrrrr

I just got halfway through a book where the hero smirked, the heroine cried all the time, and they all circled the drain without arcing. So I skipped to the end. THREE epilogues. THREE.

I don’t know whether I’m just grumpy–I’m behind on everything–but lately romance is just annoying the hell out of me. I think I’ll go read Murderbot again.

THREE EPILOGUES. With smirking. Jesus wept.