Does everybody in the US talk as if they're in a psychoanalysts discussion group all the time or is it just Ms Hamilton? I'm surprised they can get anything done in between all the angst, whining, earnest understanding and endless discussion of each others entire life history, inner most thoughts, feelings and motivations, including people they've just met. I wonder if all the evil trigger happy cops just know what they're going to have to listen to if they don't shoot the monsters on sight-I'd be tempted to fire before they could open their mouths too!
EEE boobs? Don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I suspect there is a hat with the label 'see if they'll swallow this' on it and bits of paper with the most ludicrous plot lines and cringe making 'things her men and newest acolytes can say to Anita' in it and somewhere an editor has a contract signed in blood agreeing to use at least 10 of these bits of paper per book.
The actual story inbetween the whining and bonking is fine and would be so much better off without the bilge that buries it almost without trace.
Comment on Edward/Ted's behaviour in this book is probably unprintable-I'm looking forward to Olaf's flower arranging group and macrame classes in the next book. By this time Anita will have a quadruple G cup and the ability to fart rainbows as flowers sprout from the now hallowed ground she has trodden upon.....