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The Pact: An Arranged Marriage Romance
by Suzanne Wright
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
straight off the bat, i am extremely discomforted by the banter between sabrina and addison because why the fuck is it necessary that these straight women writers make banter surrounding how if one of them were gay the other would want them sexually like are lesbian women just canon fodder for your inability to be funny suzanne wright.
the synopsis of this book should be elitist upper class cunt “eye roll” at trust fund babies hater because her “struggles” are so real as she be talking absolute trash. yapping on and on about the hardships that financial security can’t make better. uwu having money is soooo hard, addison davenport a self made billionaire yall she knows all the middle and working class problems of living pay check to pay check or skimming on food or not being able to pursue her dreams or having to sacrifice her personal morals to materially secure adulthood so she struggles just like the every day american totally not living in absolute wealth and privilege in that gigantic house nor raised in another gigantic house. totally not of a class of wealth that could not have come about without the exploitation of some marginalised identities but yes “I felt that they often failed to consider that everyone experienced struggles of some kind. Financial security didn’t provide a buffer from pain, problems, or loss. In fact, having money often came with its own set of issues” as if you can’t afford therapy during times of loss if you’re rich, as if you can’t afford time off work when you’re in pain if you’re rich, as if you can’t afford health care or legal services when problems arise if you’re rich. i can go on in fact. mrs mercier kindly go fuck yourself god knows that husband of yours don’t treat you like you’re worth anything else.
suzanne wright, in the year of our lord 2023, decided to spend her legacy character licking the boot, gagging for capitalism’s cock, preaching for the humanity of the one percent. absolutely pathetic. gain some class consciousness for meagre inches of self esteem, suzanne, it is not as though you have proven to be capable of writing men with fuck all else.
the fact that this book is over thirty percent just smut blows my mind. all that happens is he demands and she obeys but he spend the entire time, much like his father in fact, adamantly refusing sadomasochistic tendencies like babe you’re not into anything else?? why lie? it escapes me the logic of claiming true love and fatedness when the dynamic, whether between her parents or his, or even their own, is the same. the men’s possessiveness some kind of turn on like yes girlypop treat her like an onahole but the forced proximity give excuse for romance. utterly disgusting. speaking of disgusting, them getting together when she was just eighteen and him already twentythree is so groomer core of him, and the fact that this fact is repeatedly mentioned like it is meant to turn me on somehow that they got together when she was barely legal, that him being her first makes this some sort of destiny bullshit. it literally is is not, she was too young to be in any way involved with someone in his fucking twenties. i would say grow up but that would have been the whole point. jail, straight to jail, right away.
on the topic of jail, the romanticisation of her loyalty to him, the way she is willing to lie for him even to the people closest to her is mind boggling. because how is it any different from the isolation dario expected of alicia? sure the context of that demand varies but the end result of both situation is the same divide. to choose him, over and over again, she has to put him before anyone else. and sure that is heteronormative enough, but that has never made anything healthy. the idea that you are rewarded for your sacrifices is good feeling bullshit, because what is her reward in all this? a husband that will always keep her in the dark? a husband that treats her like an exclusive womb? a husband whose baggage bombards her life with no reprieve and little context? he brings an array of emotional punches to her life so he can help her survive. in being the source of her problems he presents himself a saviour, a protector, a worthy cause for sacrifice. how people cannot see that for the festering misogyny it really is, is deeply concerning.
the villainisation of women à la suzanne wright i have to say is deeply rina kent core. the difference is that as suzanne tear unrequited love to shreds under the cannibalisation of these fem characters, rina kent only goes for mothers. the two ‘authors’ should sit in a treehouse together and preferably stay there indefinitely. the other thing about this villainisation is that wright seems to truly despise the jealous woman archetype yet routinely inserts them into her books as if beating an already dead horse. love may have its trials and tribulations and sometimes those trials and tribulations are suzanne wright internalised misogyny.
the suzanne wright recipe is clear: man that is somehow always sex on stick (secretly desperate for love) + severe emotional constipation + woman (very openly) desperate for love + familial wounds so deep it transcends generations + ‘sex’ that does not satisfy the four core tenets of consent and thus cannot be classified as sex + villainised woman to justify the sexual appeal of an otherwise entirely fucking worthless love interest of a man + american dream achieved by the creations of a bunch of children that will inevitably take on the shit their parents shat before they were born.
all in all, a truly harrowing experience. i went in expecting arranged marriage romance to at least concern some modicum of marriage politics. but no, for some reason suzanne wright is still stuck in the depths of 2016 ignorance.
also the last and definitely not least thing is the name of that fucking cat because i swear to god she wanna talk about struggles like she did not name her cat after a slur of the romani people. that is the cherry atop the shit cake.
truly subpar, completely pathetic, a waste of fucking time. i don’t support book burnings, but if there was no wood for a bonfire, spite has me extremely creative.
the synopsis of this book should be elitist upper class cunt “eye roll” at trust fund babies hater because her “struggles” are so real as she be talking absolute trash. yapping on and on about the hardships that financial security can’t make better. uwu having money is soooo hard, addison davenport a self made billionaire yall she knows all the middle and working class problems of living pay check to pay check or skimming on food or not being able to pursue her dreams or having to sacrifice her personal morals to materially secure adulthood so she struggles just like the every day american totally not living in absolute wealth and privilege in that gigantic house nor raised in another gigantic house. totally not of a class of wealth that could not have come about without the exploitation of some marginalised identities but yes “I felt that they often failed to consider that everyone experienced struggles of some kind. Financial security didn’t provide a buffer from pain, problems, or loss. In fact, having money often came with its own set of issues” as if you can’t afford therapy during times of loss if you’re rich, as if you can’t afford time off work when you’re in pain if you’re rich, as if you can’t afford health care or legal services when problems arise if you’re rich. i can go on in fact. mrs mercier kindly go fuck yourself god knows that husband of yours don’t treat you like you’re worth anything else.
suzanne wright, in the year of our lord 2023, decided to spend her legacy character licking the boot, gagging for capitalism’s cock, preaching for the humanity of the one percent. absolutely pathetic. gain some class consciousness for meagre inches of self esteem, suzanne, it is not as though you have proven to be capable of writing men with fuck all else.
the fact that this book is over thirty percent just smut blows my mind. all that happens is he demands and she obeys but he spend the entire time, much like his father in fact, adamantly refusing sadomasochistic tendencies like babe you’re not into anything else?? why lie? it escapes me the logic of claiming true love and fatedness when the dynamic, whether between her parents or his, or even their own, is the same. the men’s possessiveness some kind of turn on like yes girlypop treat her like an onahole but the forced proximity give excuse for romance. utterly disgusting. speaking of disgusting, them getting together when she was just eighteen and him already twentythree is so groomer core of him, and the fact that this fact is repeatedly mentioned like it is meant to turn me on somehow that they got together when she was barely legal, that him being her first makes this some sort of destiny bullshit. it literally is is not, she was too young to be in any way involved with someone in his fucking twenties. i would say grow up but that would have been the whole point. jail, straight to jail, right away.
on the topic of jail, the romanticisation of her loyalty to him, the way she is willing to lie for him even to the people closest to her is mind boggling. because how is it any different from the isolation dario expected of alicia? sure the context of that demand varies but the end result of both situation is the same divide. to choose him, over and over again, she has to put him before anyone else. and sure that is heteronormative enough, but that has never made anything healthy. the idea that you are rewarded for your sacrifices is good feeling bullshit, because what is her reward in all this? a husband that will always keep her in the dark? a husband that treats her like an exclusive womb? a husband whose baggage bombards her life with no reprieve and little context? he brings an array of emotional punches to her life so he can help her survive. in being the source of her problems he presents himself a saviour, a protector, a worthy cause for sacrifice. how people cannot see that for the festering misogyny it really is, is deeply concerning.
the villainisation of women à la suzanne wright i have to say is deeply rina kent core. the difference is that as suzanne tear unrequited love to shreds under the cannibalisation of these fem characters, rina kent only goes for mothers. the two ‘authors’ should sit in a treehouse together and preferably stay there indefinitely. the other thing about this villainisation is that wright seems to truly despise the jealous woman archetype yet routinely inserts them into her books as if beating an already dead horse. love may have its trials and tribulations and sometimes those trials and tribulations are suzanne wright internalised misogyny.
the suzanne wright recipe is clear: man that is somehow always sex on stick (secretly desperate for love) + severe emotional constipation + woman (very openly) desperate for love + familial wounds so deep it transcends generations + ‘sex’ that does not satisfy the four core tenets of consent and thus cannot be classified as sex + villainised woman to justify the sexual appeal of an otherwise entirely fucking worthless love interest of a man + american dream achieved by the creations of a bunch of children that will inevitably take on the shit their parents shat before they were born.
all in all, a truly harrowing experience. i went in expecting arranged marriage romance to at least concern some modicum of marriage politics. but no, for some reason suzanne wright is still stuck in the depths of 2016 ignorance.
also the last and definitely not least thing is the name of that fucking cat because i swear to god she wanna talk about struggles like she did not name her cat after a slur of the romani people. that is the cherry atop the shit cake.
truly subpar, completely pathetic, a waste of fucking time. i don’t support book burnings, but if there was no wood for a bonfire, spite has me extremely creative.