How are you supposed to write about a "romance reader" when you don't even respect the genre? Pywell claims she wanted to write a romance novel where there was a classic novel story alongside a "real" romance. BUT THERE ISN'T EVEN AN ACTUAL ROMANCE!!!!!!!! WTF, did she learn nothing about the genre? Instead, the reader is treated to Neave's whole life story and the story of her siblings with weird interludes from her dead sister and dead dog (I straight up lost it when the dog started talking in the "afterlife" thing). The main focus of the story is the sister's abusive ex-husband, which is not what people pick up romance novels for! Hell, the love interest isn't introduced until halfway through the book, and he doesn't come back until the final quarter! And there's literally ZERO romance.

Fuck this book.