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Moss, of the division Bryophyta.

I read smut.  


Shitloads of smut.

Junk - Josephine Myles Unbearably dull. Character development is plodding even with the gift of a pathology and all its sexy h/c potential. There's zero tension in the narrative, the dialogue is prosaic and uninspiring, everything's just flat. The whole thing reads like an ordered list of how to help a compulsive hoarder, which is all well and good but not if you're sacrificing the sexytimes so you can get instructional. Speaking of which: when the porn does happen, it's like the author hurriedly remembered there was supposed to be some, cleared some space between their crowded paragraphs (diduseewhatididthar) and stuck it in.

Cover was cool.