Meann came through for me once again and got me tickets to the premiere of “Red Riding Hood” last night.
As everybody knows, I’ve been ready to watch this movie since I finished reading the novelization written by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright (review here). After all, the book promised a lot — from metaphorical mallet blow jobs to sweaty shirtlessness — and since the book is based on the script, I was ready to view the book’s innuendo-laden scenarios projected onto the silver screen.
And…well, something else happened.
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To be honest, the only reason I even thought of picking up this book was because of the trailer. I’m the easiest person to market stuff to: just mention that there’s going to be some shirtless boys with accents in your product and I will be good to go.
However, making life decisions based on the availability of attractive guys hasn’t always worked out very well for me in the past. It was precisely because of “Hot-Guys-On-Book-Covers” that I ended up reading such delightful reading material like Becca Fitzpatrick’s “Hush, Hush” and Holly Black’s “White Cat“.
Would “Red Riding Hood” be a similar disappointment?
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