A review by charlesalexander
We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra

Did not finish book. Stopped at 47%.

I couldn’t finish this damn book. Got 182 pages in and felt too sick to continue. Fuck the marketing strategy of comparing it to Ari and Dante. Okay. Let’s get straight to the point. Age gap. Jo is 15, Adam is 18. Book should have ended there because what in the fresh hell was Henstra thinking? Good god. Frankly I couldn’t keep reading because it’s not a very pleasant experience to read about an adult fucking a minor. Also Henstra seems to have some armpit fetish which she is not subtle about. This straight woman really thought she could masterfully pull off a gay romance, epic fail. Maybe some fanfic writing might be a better pastime? 

Also every time Adam says “I mean” in his letters take a damn shot and die of alcohol poisoning in the first three pages. Sorry, it really pissed me off. I’m mad.