Does the "modern woman" really think like that? Honestly?
... can I please either live somewhen else, or be not-a-woman?
I'm almost ready to scream and fling things, not because of the quality of the writing, but because of the subject matter. I need to call Darkside for an antidote to the superficial bullshit. Good gods. (The writing is technically excellent, but there needs to be a lot more Things Happening, rather than keeping it all as interior monologue. That's leaving aside the content, which leaves me running screaming.)
In contrast, of course, I must recall with fondness exactly how much I utterly enjoyed reading the pirate book for the story. If that's a story that the author considers poor to mediocre, then I'm utterly dying to read the one she liked writing.
