A review by sam_anker_
No Judgments by Meg Cabot

2.0

I think this is the first time I’ve ever read a Meg Cabot book and been like “oh god this is bad.” It was like the entire book was just a boring vessel for the two main characters having sex. How was it? I don’t know! After the act was done the man said “you’re like an Olympic athlete of sex.” I wish I was kidding. It felt like dear Meggin was really phoning it in— like she’s already a bazillionaire from her good books, so at this point she’s lazily turning them out. The characters each had like 2 defining traits (horny/artist for Bree and horny/angry for Drew).