We were in New Orleans for Counselors Academy, and everyone was reading it at the same time. When I finished, I announced I needed to bleach my eyeballs—not because of the “erotica,” but because the writing was so bad.
We had a good laugh about the book and commiserated on how bad (SO BAD) the writing was. As communicators, we pride ourselves as good—if not great—writers and the writing was particularly offensive.
To this day, when anyone asks whether I’ve read it, I always say the writing was so bad, it made me want to bleach my eyeballs.