If we don’t compare Rihanna to St. Vincent, why compare a classic novel to chick-lit?
There was something about stashing my reasonable, higher-brow sensibilities and real-world, adult responsibilities under the bed for 45 minutes to immerse my partially addled brain in cotton candy.
breaking dawn
The idea that losing the big V is 1) super easy and not painful or 2) painful to the point of being abusive but you love him so don't worry about, is troubling. Yes, teen girls, this is love!