...Janet Evanovich's Wicked Appetite, so I'm distracted by that this morning.
It's extremely meh, but I just keep turning the pages. She's the literary equivalent of cotton candy¹. Not very good, but you just keep eating it.
Her choppy sentences seem to be rubbing off on me. How annoying.
²Another great thing about maple cotton candy? It's not at all filling, so it leaves plenty of room for poutine.