Folks, Paullina Simons is the RAREST gem, the most PRECIOUS find. Stake your claim on her book The Bronze Horseman and I assure you, you will reap the rewards.
I have constantly pimped PS and her AH-MAY-ZING books here on TBB to a point that Trollop threatened to bang her head against a wall repeatedly until it cracks in two if I even THINK of mentioning TEE.BEE.HAITCH. again *rolls eyes* but... oh well... she’s a hard-headed heathen anyway!
So. Let’s talk about TEE.BEE.HAITCH.—yep, again—shall we? *g*
Fact: If I’m only allowed to recommend one book in my life, I will say TBH faster than you can say “fuck”. I’ve “pushed” friends, postmen, kissing partners, everyone, to read TBH and those smart enough to follow my iiiimmaculate advice, ALL OF THEM (50 at least, I lost count already!) ended up kissing my pritti manicured feet while bringing me martini. Uh-mmm... :P Well—fine—not really, but they should have! Ungrateful beotches! *hmph*
Fact: Even Vicious “I hate Shura” Trollop loved it. I have proof! She said, “I have to say it’s been years since I read such a well written novel. PS is a truly gifted writer; the pages seemed to vanish one into the other, to the point where you didn’t know how many you’d already read, and didn’t care how many more you had left.” SEE SEE SEE. And no, I didn’t twist her arms for her to say it. (Her BF loved TBH too! :D)
Fact: I recommended TBH to women who despise me and they looooved it. *snicker* Most of them didn’t admit it to me, of course LOL, nor do they acknowledge I’m the one who brought PS to their Island of Doctor Moreau—but hey, it tingles my bones whenever someone in their cult sends me “TBH emails”. Funny that even when I got saved from that rotten place, it’s as if my harloty ghost is still there; probably irritating the hell out of some people. *g*
Here’s an example of one of those emails I mentioned. Yes yes, I’m a vain fuck and shameless enough to post this:
I have to say I do think it annoys the people when we talk about it and go, “Harlot, wherever you are, thank you for this.” LOL! [IDM] has not only been pestered by it (and consequently the ghost of you), but there is also a TBH underground. I love it.
But seriously, it’s truly MY pleasure. People are loving TBH and that makes me happy—really really *sniff*—as I adore PS and her books are verra special to me. So yeah... I WIN. *smug laugh* *mwa ha ha ha* *choke*
Well, *ahem* I can talk about TBH forevah and evah but my poor babe’s head is bruised already, her trollopy ears bleeding. (She’s incorrigible, I tell ya!) If you want more info, here are my previous TBH posts:
- The Bronze Horseman’s Harlot
- Beware: For the idiot who might tell Trollop anything, I’m not above choking someone!
- Remember Orbeli, remember forever...
Tatia and her Shura, they’re one of the reasons why I love books... why I love romance... why I believe in fucking love... why I shouldn’t give up on love even when EVERYTHING in my body says I have enough because I’ll cease to exist without it. Thank you, Ms. Simons, for one of the most magnificent, exquisite, GLORIOUS love stories ever told. For love, for life, for memories, for ever... My hat’s off to you. If you like, my pritti knickers too. ;)
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