Love on the Brain

So here's the thing. My memory sucks. It wasn't great before I had Ethan, but now it's like a black hole where I forget whether I actually verbalized the thought I had twenty seconds ago. It's a tiny bit better when I'm not being interrupted constantly by a small human that just screams “YOYO” (“yogurt”) over and over with nary a “please” in sight, but not by a lot.

However, I do tend to remember weird things when they happen. Like, when a hero is having sex with the heroine for the first time and his monster penis doesn't fit. Deja vu - from the previous Hazelwood novel I read.

And look, I know romance is formulaic; that's kind of the whole point. I'm not mad at it, but I don't want identical story beats either?

So ultimately - I love all the NASA stuff, Rocio's whole goth-academic thing, queer representation, girls in STEM and in leadership roles. I very, very much do not like the giant-burly-man-teeny-baby-woman thing. If you are an adult woman with a Ph.D. and a professional job, I don't care if you CAN technically still fit into clothing from middle school, you shouldn't because you are a grown-ass woman. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.