I’d been stuck in a rom-com/romance novel binge since August, and throughout September I exclusively read books from the genre, getting a good chunk of my recommendations from #booktok (OK fine, ‘ smuttok’ let’s be real). As a remixed mash-up of Doja Cat’s “Need to Know” and Nelly Furtado’s “Maneater” blared, some wildly inappropriate lines from a sex scene in Ali Hazelwood’s The Love Hypothesis flashed onscreen and I immediately kept scrolling immediately ordered a copy to my Kindle. There I was, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok, getting 30 second snippets of a disturbing true crime case here, questionable Gen Z style hauls there, and then I saw it: my first ~smutty~ book recommendation.
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