What the actual f*** did I just listen to? I’m a grownup. A full-fledged soccer mom, you could say. Clearly, I’m not the demographic for this story that was like hearing a fantasy video game. As much as I blame myself for listening to the whole thing, I put some of the weight on a book influencer who had to be getting some sort of kickback for making the recommendation. Or, maybe it was a prank! She snuck this one into a list of Oprah & Reese Witherspoon picks. Still, no one forced me to plow through it. I am the addict who plowed through, and couldn’t stop. I have to CONFESS: I got through the second awful book, too. And then, it gets worse. Cut off my Audible membership right now because i already downloaded the third. fkng installment. See, I have to blame myself. Ugh. I’m off to cleanse with some real literature. I’ll queue up Melville, Dostoevsky, Gabriel García Márquez; whatever it takes to regain some self-respect. Maybe Beowulf in Old English would be penance enough.