So this past week, I totally crashed out to reading four books in that one week of blood and ash.

I don't know if anyone else out there has read it, but I swear to God, I immersed myself so much into the book that I sort of full on criticizing the way the writer was writing some of the characters, some of the plot,

that I took it so personally, I became her number one hater. I mean, I saw read. After the fourth

book, I stopped reading after the middle of it and I just decided to not read anymore and I took

it personally. I saw red that I started just venting about it, complaining to everyone who would

listen to me. First of all, I get the venting about it, complaining to everyone who would listen to me.

First of all, I get the spicy scenes.

But it got to the point that there were so many of the same spicy scenes over and over again

that it felt like Poppy would say, oh, my mom died.

And her dude would be like, well, I just want to bang you.

She'd be like, oh, I just woke up.

He's like, I just want to bang you. She'd be like, oh, I just woke up. He's like, I just want to bang you.

She's like, I clog the toilet.

He's like, I just want to bang you.

It's like, dude, chill.

And this is also in the prequel.

And honestly, I don't know if it's just me, but whoever is married to the author of From Blood and ash, may I beg them to please eat this lady out so she can finally stop writing

about it on every other page. On every other page, Castile is ready to eat that. And I get it.

First, it's exciting. After a while, I'm like, come on, dude. These are your fantasies. Just please,

I beg you, ask your husband to eat you out. And then, you know, dude. These are your fantasies. Just please, I beg you, ask your husband to

eat you out. And then, you know, while I stop reading it, let me just spend for two seconds

for all my book talk, honey is out there. By the way, I'm on good reads now, so you should add me

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