I found this book by chance, I guess, after Googling “Jane Jones: Worst. Vampire. Ever.” because I found the book…well, I don’t remember how.
Since, I’ve not found anything on the author, and the book fits the stereotypical assumption of self-published books being of poor quality, so I’m assuming it’s their first novel—and there are not a lot of informational reviews on this thing, other than “it sucks”, “gross”/”disgusting” or other similar, non-informative comments.
While Selena Gomez’s latest song is about a significant other1, it hit home for me and made me remember my mother, who I sometimes think about these days, though not too much. The feelings described in the song are the ones my mother made me feel, and it expresses quite well how sick of it all I am.
Selena said, in an interview, “I’m just so sick of it,” and the repetitiveness in the lyrics of Same Old Love display that well.
Almost an entire decade of my life has been devoted to figuring out why my mother is the way she is and why her husband, lard, is the way he is. I’ve read psychology books, including two textbooks—one at least twice. I wouldn’t call it a special interest, but more of a thing I needed to know. The mind is such a complex thing, and I crave the why, or at least the how, for anything I don’t understand but find beneficial to me to understand. Otherwise, I can neither accept nor cope with it, which results in me forever having angst about it.