All for You by Laura Florand
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lightreadsAll for You by Laura Florand
2/5. Het romance of that classic form 'knew each other as kids until he ran off to join the Foreign Legion, never responded to any of her letters, then randomly reappears in her life five years later all like there, I killed people, I'm worthy of getting in your pants now, let's get married.'
There are books that can call out the problematic elements of their own structures and, in so doing, remake or redeem those structures. And there are books that call out the problematic elements in their own structures and leave you sitting there going yep, that's pretty terrible. Sure is. This is the second kind. Yikes. This fucking guy.
This is part of a larger series of romances on the general theme of Paris! Chocolate! Romances with military people! It's generally well-reviewed, so maybe I just randomly picked the wrong book? But seriously, this is set in Paris and there is virtually no sense of place, and the author notes the "research" she did into chocolate making which, uh, I could have gathered the degree of information to provide this level of color from maybe two Wikipedia articles.
2/5. Het romance of that classic form 'knew each other as kids until he ran off to join the Foreign Legion, never responded to any of her letters, then randomly reappears in her life five years later all like there, I killed people, I'm worthy of getting in your pants now, let's get married.'
There are books that can call out the problematic elements of their own structures and, in so doing, remake or redeem those structures. And there are books that call out the problematic elements in their own structures and leave you sitting there going yep, that's pretty terrible. Sure is. This is the second kind. Yikes. This fucking guy.
This is part of a larger series of romances on the general theme of Paris! Chocolate! Romances with military people! It's generally well-reviewed, so maybe I just randomly picked the wrong book? But seriously, this is set in Paris and there is virtually no sense of place, and the author notes the "research" she did into chocolate making which, uh, I could have gathered the degree of information to provide this level of color from maybe two Wikipedia articles.