A few weeks ago, I did a thing. A stupid thing. An unintelligent thing. But a thing regardless.
I read Faleena Hopkins's (the author infamous for perpetuating the travesty known as Cockygate) book You Don’t Know Me.
It was bad.
Really Bad.
How bad you ask? It took me multiple posts to get through the bad. So to save you from having to go look for them all, I’ve assembled a handy-dandy post with all the links for your viewing pleasure.
My thoughts while reading:
The never-ending ranty review of doom!
And now that I’ve made this post, I never have to think of this again!
Yay!
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