@firstname.lastname@example.org on the mammooth site. Reading mostly wlw rom-coms, with the occasional exceptions. I try to rotate languages, but it isn't really easy to find queer romance books in other languages than English. Reviews and comments usually in the same language as the book.
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16% complete! Enum & Valerie has read 8 of 50 books.
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Well, if you haven't guessed yet, this book is themed around piloted mecha suits. This is so not my theme. But it's also a rom-com, so who cares.
I really liked the writing style, hence all the quotes! I can't even imagine how much time and effort the author must have spent on each paragraph, to chose the exactly right words and effects, each page like a poem. I also liked how the gearbreakers seem and act like one big polycule.
And a plus point for all the parallels to She-Ra and the Princesses of Power! (it literally starts with Sona fighting against automatic training bots, on Hord..err..Godolia territory, which she then turns against)
The paperbook book Eris was reading sits abandoned, overturned on its pages, spine comfortably cracked. A line of tape borders the edge of the cover flap. I look at her. "Did you paste over a different cover?" Juniper flits by, arms in the air. "Eris likes us to pretend I'm the only one who reads the romance novels." "You can laugh," Eris says, blushing. "But I'm holding the future of your skin hostage." [with a tattoo needle and ink] I crane my neck to peek at the book again. "Romantic." "Dangerous." "Dramatic."
Content warning death
Luckily, I've built up enough of a reputation that all of them know there's no point in dying anyway, since, if they did so without my permission, I'd march down to the twin hells and drag them back through the gates myself.
And that's how you become immortal.
Dust in their hair, fire in their cheeks, draped over our common room's worn, moth-eaten furniture like they were kicked into place, at too-fucking-early o'clock, every single kid of my crew is a sight for sore eyes. And - unfortunately - I wouldn't be doing my job right if I weren't constantly sore. Nova, our driver, is settled on the splintering table, her tiny form balanced on her toes, legs tucked in her usual precarious perch. She's having popcorn for breakfast again, chucking the burnt pieces into the mousy fluff of Theo's hair. Neck lolled over the side of the fraying love seat, legs kicked over its puckering back, our marksman grumbles obscenities as he hunts for the wayward kernels. On the couch, Arsen lies either dead or asleep, limp and facedown in Juniper's lap. June's face is turned, cheek to the back cushion, a faraway look in her brown eyes as she twists the demolitionist's curls around scarred, hazel fingertips. Behind them, Xander hovers near the single window that allows entrance to only a sorry amount of light, face pressed far too close to the filthy glass, breath spreading clouds that match the ones outside.
Average fedi polycule
The good part: This entire scenario is incredibly sick (yes, hahaha, YES). Fucking your best friend's mom? Fucking your daughter's best friend? Oh boy, this could be a riot.
The bad part: It's a very very slow burn. You'd expect a buildup, then drama when the daughter/friend finds out, then reconciliation. Instead, it's 300 pages of sex, secret dates and a good old relationship escalator (of course, marriage is just what this story needs 🥴). At some point it really got boring. If you really wanted this story, make it shorter. And scrap the epilogue.