I found it extremely difficult to like any of the characters in this book. The main character, a fat nonbinary person with the lowest self-esteem imaginable and yet a member of a very important family (probably, this is mentioned but makes little sense in the book), travels across the world having sex and begging literally anyone to love them. It’s honestly pretty sad. 

Meanwhile, actual plot is happening. There is an invasion of colonizers (our MC has sex with one) who are european-coded, pale skinned and uptight about gender roles, disagreements between various indigenous factions, an unexplained god system and wizards who we never see doing any magic, hostage taking and killing and so much travel. But the vast, vast majority of the text is the MC worrying about whether someone likes them, will they have sex, having the sex, conversations about whether they should have had the sex. 

Its not really a romance in the sense that not only is there no HEA, there’s not even a happily-for-this-chapter for the most part. These are all grim, sad decisions that are clearly bad for the MC and end in callous remarks and so many breakups. Yet so much of the book focuses on the romantic aspects of it. It makes me wonder who the audience of this book is supposed to be.