They'll say mundane and platonic things to each other, and then sporadically, January will remind us that heat is filling her abdomen or pooling between her legs, and I'm like, Eh? En fin, soy minorÃa aquÃ, todo el mundo está amando el libro.
I dove behind the nearest bookshelf.
My criteria for a romcom isn't that high.
Aside from picnic tables and outdoor showers, that's all you get here.
I can't really describe what turned me off from this story, but I just could not get into January and Augustus' budding relationship as they both make a bet and write stories that are out of their comfort zone but ended up being stories that match the same structure as their previously published books.
And I'm proud of it.