My rating: 1 of 5 stars
This book was a gift from a boyfriend who hadn’t gotten around to divorcing his third wife, from whom he’d been estranged for 10+ years, not long before he ghosted me for two weeks and then dumped me with a flowery, blathery, meaningless email. (I’d already “accidentally” left the book in a coffee shop booth because I suspected it was trying to either give me diabetes or groom me for a cult.)
Says it all, really.
Bookshelves: anybody-who-actually-knows-what-the-fuck-they’re-doing-2020; abandoned; wannabe; shilling-for-jeebus