someone else please read this pw review and tell me if i am hallucinating, or drunk, or otherwise misunderstanding this plot:
In the first of her Northern Fire series, Monroe (the Children of the Moon series) introduces Cailkirn, Alaska, the small town Kitty Grant’s ancestors founded nearly 200 years ago. Eight years after Kitty escaped Cailkirn, she returns to rebuild her life, following her divorce from an abusive husband who sent her spiraling into anorexia. Tack MacKinnon runs a hiking tour company that caters to tourists from cruise ships. He was heartbroken when Kitty broke off their longtime friendship and got married (though her spouse remains in California), and now he’ll do anything to protect his heart while helping her recover her health. With immediate chemistry between them, he uses casual, hot sex to bribe her to eat. Tack’s insistence on pretending to be just friends hamstrings the development of romance; the jealousy and misunderstandings are never balanced by tenderness. The repeated introduction of flat protagonists for future books gives the novel an unsatisfying episodic feel.
he is using his cock to cure her anorexia??? tell me more about medicinal cock!!! i have so many questions.
obviously, first and foremost, this whole idea of using sex as a way to “cure” anorexia is fascinating to me. because this is a romance novel, i imagine that the focus is more on the casual, hot sex than on presenting a thoughtful discussion of the legitimate psychological suffering of someone with an eating disorder. i’m assuming that the anorexia is treated as a pesky little obstacle than the all-encompassing hell it is to real people. i mean, if it can be overcome by sex, it’s just an affectation, right?? and by casual sex, which is a detail i love because it’s so distancing. no emotions here, just bringing my carrot and my stick to your silly refusal to eat!
and then i was thinking that in all my forays into the world of bizarro-erotica, i have yet to read gingerbread man porn. which i am sure exists; i just haven’t gone looking for it. but i think that if this book is going to make claims that there’s a penis powerful enough to cure anorexia, it had better be made out of gingerbread.
or maybe he just uses it like a fork and covers it in pâté or something.
i guess it’s a good thing she’s not bulimic. although then we could play a new game called “pâté or vomit?”
which would probably be a fun challenge. here, you take round one:
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that last one is a “gimmie.” birds LOVE pâté.
and i can’t help but wonder, does this method work for other disorders? have we been funneling money into cancer research without first investigating this guy’s cock?? (because i assume the magical properties are specific to this one guy’s cock, otherwise we would have figured it out before now.)
it’s almost worth reading the book to have these questions answered.
feel free to do the legwork for me – i’ll be waiting right here.
