Wave your lighters in the air like you just don't care Shares What is a power ballad? In its purest, most drenched? By the end of a marathon judging session the assembled Classic Rock scribes were tearing their hair out.
I suppose at the beginning. I was immediately drawn in by the prologue. One of them is Mia, our main character. It was an interesting and unique way to introduce an MC. I wish the writer had taken Mia by the shoulders, shaken her until her brain unscrambled and imparted every grain of advice she could think of so this entire debacle could have been avoided.
I immediately began to add things to it that should be more important like faithful, loyal, knows where a clitoris is, etc etc. And so began my struggle with her.
You see, she clung to this ideal with a fervor that smacked of madness. Mia finds herself in New York City as the new owner of an old coffee shop that was once a sort of Mecca for beatniks. I absolutely loved him. He plays the guitar because he loves to.
He has no brain to mouth filter…in a fantastic and sometimes hilarious way. Begs the question…what the fuck is wrong with Mia??? Meet Robert, aka, Robby.
Dane Cook, one of my favorite comedians, has this theory that all men with names that end in some sort of Obby are doucebags. This character does nothing but reaffirm his hypothesis.
Their interactions were not only painful to observe but at times infuriating. But she keeps seeing him! Do you wanna know why? Because, and I fucking quote: But I wanted to. Because Mia is hypocritical. Her continuous unfair and inaccurate judgments of Will had me seething.
It got so bad that I skimmed a large majority of this book which is probably good for anyone reading this otherwise it might be fifteen pages of f-bombs, angry memes and enraged ranting. She passes the point of acceptable confusion early on and then enters the lands of the insane.
She even manages to turn Will into an angry person at one point and then later she breaks his fucking heart. Through three quarters of this book I wanted to cunt punt her.
My one complaint about Will is that he forgave her over and over again.At face value, this song references Josh Tillman’s period where he relocated to Hollywood’s Laurel Canyon in order to write a novel, but ended up instead creating the Father John Misty project. Way back in , small-scale automaker TVR announced its return to Britain with a brand-new sports car called the Griffith, and we were all really excited about it.
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