Cody Alan’s queer country music autobiography Hear’s the Thing demands a ranting review. And I plan to deliver.
There is no drama in this book. I was promised drama. I wanted drama.
Oh wow. And I’m not meaning the good ‘oh wow’.
I hated Josie and it’s never helpful if you can’t stand the MC.
I’m not the first one to call this a bad soap opera and I won’t be the last one.
I just came out of blog vacation, which I took because of blogger’s block and some real life things.
And a big no go for me: The opponent, Jack, is thankful for being abused as a child by his father.
Garret… gave me the creeps. Seriously.
I even read it alone because I was afraid it would make me cry.