A review by suebarsby
The Ice-Cream Makers by Ernest van der Kwast

1.0

17 pages in and there have already been several passages about one of the minor characters developing breasts. She is defined by these. The men think of nothing else. She thinks of nothing else. She spends time holding them, aching and wishing for a man to hold her to make her complete.

For fucks sake. Men, for the love of god stop writing wish fulfillment shite like this. Publishers - maybe once in a while call them on it will you? NO WOMAN THINKS LIKE THIS. If you want to write things like this, save it for crap porno mags or your own diaries. Don't foist it on the world.