I'm going to send you a bouquet of 'Clar-me-nonts' on Valentine's Day, sweetheart. They have a delicious and unique 'chocolate rape fantasy' fragrance.
I haven't read it but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it's probably shit because as soon as you hit puberty CC's writing becomes absolutely fucking unbearable. I tried to re-read the Maddy Pryor X-Men stuff for the first time in years the other week and I wanted to gouge my own eyes out and stick them up Claremont's loose-as-fuck fist-shaped arsehole.
Aww man, just noticed the tags, you got there first
