the f word
plumbing the depths
august 2007
i was a latecomer to janet evanovich but after loving one for the money, i vowed to finish the series (now at 13 and growing…)
so there i was happily reading the otherwise excellent two for the dough last weekend, when something suddenly stopped me short.
i read the following excerpt, then scraped my head from the ceiling and read it again:
i stumbled into the bathroom and stuck my head into the toilet to throw up. after a few minutes i decided i wasn’t going to throw up (which was kind of too bad since it’d be good to get rid of the hot fudge sundae i’d had…)
what? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? what kind of anti-feminist, pro-bulimia, totally irrelevant self-hating bullshit crap is this?
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