A fandom_wank post led me to a review of a horrible, horrible 1980s romance novel.
Now, when I say "horrible" I am not talking about quality. I am talking about content. I am talking about a story with an utterly loathsome, creepy stalker and abuser of a protagonist who, quite inexplicably, is supposed to be a sympathetic here.
Read all about it at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books blog.
Done? Take your time. I can wait.
See, the worst part isn't the review. It's that the author clearly just does not get it.
"..This is an unusual love story, to say the least, that will make you weep and laugh and root for what you know is best for them, There is pain, doubt, captivation, and escape. But regardless of what happens, this is a love that is of forever sort, something that is true and very real, and will stay close to your heart, I hope, for a very long time."
Good God...