I’m having an out-of-body experience. Somehow I’ve been transported to an alternate universe where a psychotic billionaire is trying to convince me to enter into a sham marriage, give up five years of my life, and forego the possibility of actually falling in love and sharing a future with someone. Someone who loves me for who I am, not what I can do for him. Do you really think any amount of money could convince me to do something so — so — wrong?
From “Burn For You”, by J.T. Geissinger (pg. 143)
I was made pretty uncomfortable reading this book. I am most comfortable reading technical non-fiction, not “adult romance”. But I read it because it was Thanksgiving, I forced myself to take a break, and honestly I have to confront things that make me uncomfortable if I am to grow as a person.
I think the book appeals to a certain kind of audience; I personally could have benefited more from managing my expectations better. I probably would have preferred less imagery, and more prose. At times, it sounded like Reddit’s r/menwritingwomen because the descriptions didn’t really sound convincing. Not to mention the absurdity of the plot line in the first place, and how everything seems to come together “like a glove”.
Honestly, I think it is really healthy for me to read more of this stuff. I don’t get out too much and push my boundaries, and having more “wtf -> ah okay I get it” dances is a good thing. It’s quite popular on Goodreads, and it’s an interesting insight into how adults may dramatize romance. Do what is hard, right? No pun intended.