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Book Review: Love’s a Disaster by Andrew Knott
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I need to preface this review of Love’s a Disaster by Andrew Knott with a disclaimer, which is that I’m NOT a giant cynic who no longer has fingerprints because romance novels are her Kryptonite — I swear.
Okay, I lied.
I am a giant cynic. Unreliable narrator, for the win! Just call me Walter White.
But no, wait, I’m NOT a cynic! I’ve seen every season of Bridgerton, you can’t possibly be cynical and watch that. If I were, I’d have cackled myself to death last weekend, and you wouldn’t be reading these very words, dear gentle reader.
Okay, okay. I did roll my eyes at Penelope thinking she’s the second coming of Jane Austen thanks to a gossip rag narrated by Mary Poppins.
Mix brownies stink
The fact is, I’m a snob. I have the credentials to prove it — my nickname in second grade was Snobby Straubby. To be fair, that had less to do with literary taste and more to do with this fact: in one glance, I can clock a brownie made from a mix, and my friends’ moms weren’t big fans of that.
