Do I love Jane? Yes. She's a breath of fresh air when we're constantly exposed to how *gorgeous, god-like, sculpted, graceful* everyone else is. She doesn’t know what her passion is or who she wants to be when everyone in her family has it figured out - relatable. She has love handles and very much needs to find a new jeans brand if they keep slipping off like that - relatable. She has more cats than friends - not as relatable because I’m allergic to cats, but cute.

The biggest problem with the book - Thatcher. We see little to none of their relationship besides the immense amount of sex and how he pines for her all the damn time. He’s an adorably big simp - which Jane needs.



EXCEPT, I can’t fathom how he has a nine inch dick… AND THEY’RE HAVING SEX EVERY NIGHT. Like, in what world is she not sore and able to walk. I would be chugging down ibuprofen and clutching an ice pack. Thatcher would be leaving at 3AM at most 2 nights per week. The coochie needs a break.

Also, Toodles must be traumatized. #justicefortoodles