Katie Fforde

I read two Katie Fforde's in quick succession lately. Very irritating. Both had Magical Mystical Irish Romantic male love-interests, and both of those men had barely suppressed violent tempers. One had a non-Irish dependable settled single father love interest, and he had a barely suppressed violent temper, too. He didn't drink to excess though.

An abundance of punishing kisses and ignoring what the female leads said was in evidence, too.

The women found the idea of a man who might hit them exciting and erotic. I kid you not. There was some sort of "I'm so special that this VIOLENT THUG won't hit me" thing going on. It was vile.

I got more and more irritated and eventually spent hours hunting down Sarah Rees Brennan's essay,
Pleasure Town is Invite Only, which was harder than you might think because her LJ was hacked and although a lot of articles have been recovered they are all in different places than they used to be and Google hasn't quite caught up yet.

HELP

My mother is reading the Daily Mail.

IN MY HOUSE.

40 minutes later: She says "It's a bit sensationalist. I'm doing the puzzles."