The book starts with two pages about an unknown crazy person hacking his family to death with machetes. And you’re all, oh, wow, this is… intense. And then you’re immediately in Hollywood, with the wives, and it’s all “wait, machetes? I have to assume that dude with the machetes is eventually gonna hack up some Hollywood wives, right?” WAIT AND SEE, readers. Wait and see. And, for serious, buy the book, it’s just as much fun as you think it might be. Minus the incest memories and the machetes. Or, I don’t know, maybe that’s what grabbed your attention in the first place. Classic Trash is not here to judge you.
I just fell completely in love with Nicole Cliffe.
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