CRINGE FROM BEGINNING TO END.

I *despise* any toxic behavior being glamorized/romanticized and always gladly share my opinion.

The whole consent thing was a non-issue for me because the writing was so inconsistent, nonsensical, sub-par resulting in a literary disaster, undeserving of even being called a novel.

And, no I don’t feel bad, because EJ Russell didn’t write this book without a considerable amount of AI assistance.

I mean, my text editor tells me if I use a word too many times in a one-page-letter and suggests rewording to avoid potential confusion.

And readers are expected to — actually and figuratively — “buy” this churned out bullshit.