For some reason, I have this pre-conceived notion that I should be afraid of Brittainy C. Cherry’s books. I have no idea where it came from, but it’s there and I’m a big baby. I have to give myself a mental pep talk to read books that I think are going to hurt, so by default I tend to just avoid them. Which is so not the way to go, because they’re almost always the most beautiful. To be honest, the only reason I read it now is because I couldn’t decide what to read, so I handed over my TBR list to my husband and told him to pick. … [Read more...]