A shy poet, Imogen has always been bullied at her all-girl's private school, St. Nocturne. She's learned to adapt and ignore the torments of the Golden Girls as much as possible, and in fact, she feels a secret thrill whenever they're near. If the Golden Girls knew her secret, however, Imogen's life would be ruined. They could never know that she madly, passionately loved one of them.
In the Golden Girls' latest attempt to ruin Imogen's happiness, they take over the break room used by Imogen's poetry club. Desperate to find a new meeting place, Imogen visits a local coffee house, the Red Red Rose run by Vampires. In the arms of the Rose's mysterious owner, Cerise, Imogen might be able to find the courage and acceptance she really needs. But what, in the end, will Cerise's love cost her?
©2015 Olivia Myers (P)2015 Olivia Myers
The words are strung together well enough, but the character relationships are incredibly weird and distorted. I would hardly call this a romance. The first sex scene is basically a rape between two women. It's also very short...too short to call it a book. I doubt the word count would even qualify as a novella. Narrator was fine.
At first I wondered why this book was not listed in erotica or romance, but, after listening, it became clear. So maybe I chose unwisely and should’ve known that it wouldn’t be able to meet my expectations. Though the main character, Imogen, speaks of love, and sex, cunnilingus and use of a strap on, occurs very briefly 3 times, it’s still overwhelmingly just a mean-girls story and NOTHING ELSE. And it wasn’t much of a story about mean girls at a private school of arts. It seemed to be intent on coming across as a story of a young lady sort of coming into herself, gaining self-awareness and strength, but it failed. It was just so blah, with NO points of insight or beauty or romance or anything. It was a story that seemed appropriate or one that would come out of a 10th grade creative writing seminar from a girl who tried to be provocative or express her first hints of sexual desire or interest. Though I found it among paranormal fiction books, it’s described as a young adult story and maybe that’s why it comes across so overwhelmingly juvenile. All of the language is not for teens, I don’t think; words like “slit” (which I didn’t like, though I greatly enjoy erotica and earthy language) used more than once for a part of the vagina, but the story may be more likeable to a “young adult” and not me, a 45-year-old woman. I don’t know.
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