Here’s a suggestion. Never let my mind run COMPLETELY rampant around parodizing YA novels. Because this sort of shit happens:
( And it is glorious. )

Remind me to write a book about a Mary Sue Hipster with no personality and her obsession with shitty Instagram filters, who falls in love with a mysterious man who’s secretly actually an irresistibly attractive color-changing were-squid. Light tentacle bondage ensues but it’s mostly romantic fluff because the were-squid in question really only ( Read more... )