Lawyer, mother, avid reader. Game host extraordinaire! Partner in crime to Obsidian Black Plague! My bookish weaknesses include classics, fantasy, YA, and agreeing to read more books than is even remotely possible.
Where V.L. Dreyer's crappy book has a 3.74 average rating, and it is barely literate, and Jenny Hubbard's book has a 3.4 average rating, and it is, while not necessarily brilliant, beautifully written.
Where Katy Evan's trite, boring, and misogynistic Real has a 4.31 average rating, and the delightful, well-researched, wonderfully-written and rollicking Stockholm Octavo by Karen Engelmann has a 3.43 average rating.
Seriously, people. What the fuck has happened? It's like the world I thought I knew has ceased to exist, and the more terrible the book, the better it is rated.
It is a parallel universe, where everything is an ass-backwards nightmare.