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Literally every single one of you who took the Lesbihens poll was wrong about what this book was about. And so was I, and I DID read the blurb before making this regrettable purchase.
Despite the title and cover, The Lesbihens has nothing to do with chickens. It is not about lesbian chicken shifters, lesbian chicken farmers, lesbian chickens, human lesbians with pet chickens, or lesbian chickens with pet humans. It does not even involve chicken metaphors.
The Lesbihens, inexplicably, is about the romance between a lesbian yoga teacher and a lesbian lighting designer. That's it, that's the book.
The blurb is highly misleading given the context of the cover and title:
When she moved to the city from the great rolling farmlands, Natasha never dared to bring hopes of romance along with her.
But everything changes when Peach, a gorgeous woman full of confidence and sunshine struts into her life and builds her nest right next to her, and Natasha knows that she has found something truly extraordinary.
I misread this as Natasha moving from the city to the great rolling farmlands. It's actually the other way around. I GUESS, as her coming from the farmlands is never mentioned at all in the first half of the book and if it comes up later (I started skimming) I blinked and missed it.
Also, the girlfriend's name is not Peach. Her name is Sawyer Martinez. Her nickname is not Peach. She is never called Peach. I did a search of the book to check this.
Not only is this book an amazing example of wildly misleading marketing, it's also an example of the power of word usage in making characters seem appealing or not. Sawyer whines, squeals, shrieks, screeches, screech-laughs, yell-laughs, and generally makes the kinds of sounds that make her exhausting just to read about. She's also an annoying hipster generally, but the words used to describe her really don't help.
Too much screeching girlfriend, not enough peeping poultry.
Despite the title and cover, The Lesbihens has nothing to do with chickens. It is not about lesbian chicken shifters, lesbian chicken farmers, lesbian chickens, human lesbians with pet chickens, or lesbian chickens with pet humans. It does not even involve chicken metaphors.
The Lesbihens, inexplicably, is about the romance between a lesbian yoga teacher and a lesbian lighting designer. That's it, that's the book.
The blurb is highly misleading given the context of the cover and title:
When she moved to the city from the great rolling farmlands, Natasha never dared to bring hopes of romance along with her.
But everything changes when Peach, a gorgeous woman full of confidence and sunshine struts into her life and builds her nest right next to her, and Natasha knows that she has found something truly extraordinary.
I misread this as Natasha moving from the city to the great rolling farmlands. It's actually the other way around. I GUESS, as her coming from the farmlands is never mentioned at all in the first half of the book and if it comes up later (I started skimming) I blinked and missed it.
Also, the girlfriend's name is not Peach. Her name is Sawyer Martinez. Her nickname is not Peach. She is never called Peach. I did a search of the book to check this.
Not only is this book an amazing example of wildly misleading marketing, it's also an example of the power of word usage in making characters seem appealing or not. Sawyer whines, squeals, shrieks, screeches, screech-laughs, yell-laughs, and generally makes the kinds of sounds that make her exhausting just to read about. She's also an annoying hipster generally, but the words used to describe her really don't help.
Too much screeching girlfriend, not enough peeping poultry.