Showing posts with label Chris Genovese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chris Genovese. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Welcome to E Mayberry by Chris Genovese

Rating: WARTY!

This struck me as dumb from the start. The author wants us to read bold text because we're too stupid to distinguish between when the narrator is talking to the detective, and when she's relating the story she's telling the detective. LOL! Actually given the low intellect these stories require both to write and to read, I guess I should take that at face value. The porn actress telling the story is named, wait for it, Stormy Winters. Sorry but no. Just no. This is another abusive tale and I refuse to read it much less commend it. There was another story in this volume by this author, but no. Enough is more than enough.

Monday, September 14, 2020

Maybe Mandy by Chris Genovese


Rating: WARTY!

Time to take a quick look at volume 2 of this trilogy of sample chapters of a bunch of "romance" novels - of the kind I never read for good reason. Each sample has only an opening chapter or two. Most of them seem to be first person and kinky. There is no romance here, only lust. No relationship that's greater than skin-depth.

As in the first volume, I review these based solely on these sample chapters, which believe me are more than enough to judge this trash. None of these books would remotely pass the Bechdel-Wallace test because they can't even pass it within one female character's own mind! It's all about studly guys and frustrated women, and unsafe-sex. Some might argue that this is okay because that's the whole purpose of the book, but I'd argue that people who say that sort of thing are missing the point big time.

This was yet another disaster - this time written by a guy. Amanda is out of a relationship and despite having a string of bad ones in a row isn't smart enough to realize the problem isn't the guys - it's her and the poor choices she makes. But that isn't going to stop her making yet one more. She now wants to dive into unsafe sex with her married friends, none of whom seem to have a problem not knowing each other's sexual history. This isn't love. It's not romance. It's not real. It's raunch and that's all it is. There's no relationship to see here. Move long.