snapping
snapping
it’s sunday. my head hurts. i have to review a book. before i review it, i have to read it. i don’t want to read it. it’s sunday. my head hurts. i might feel better if i could write my own thoughts, but i have to review this book. i’ve read 14 pages. it’s an historical romance. a lot of people care about such things, even when they read like finding your car has been towed. it is so warped you can hear the trees worry about their reputations. but i have to review this book. it’s been published and the author is my editor’s friend, so i have to review it. i guess i should go now and read it. then i will interview the author and she will be foxy and confident. and i will give myself another headache submitting to the genre without being too negative. and the publisher will be silent and the writer may be dissatisfied and my editor will pay me and more lies will arrive in monday’s mail.
it’s sunday. my head hurts. i have to review a book. before i review it, i have to read it. i don’t want to read it. it’s sunday. my head hurts. i might feel better if i could write my own thoughts, but i have to review this book. i’ve read 14 pages. it’s an historical romance. a lot of people care about such things, even when they read like finding your car has been towed. it is so warped you can hear the trees worry about their reputations. but i have to review this book. it’s been published and the author is my editor’s friend, so i have to review it. i guess i should go now and read it. then i will interview the author and she will be foxy and confident. and i will give myself another headache submitting to the genre without being too negative. and the publisher will be silent and the writer may be dissatisfied and my editor will pay me and more lies will arrive in monday’s mail.
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