Best line ever: Fidel Castro with pneumonia and a broken leg ain't got nothing on these bitches.
Warning: STRINGS Tone is so dismal. No character to root for. They're all self-admittedly terrible. No redemption on the horizon. In this time of universal dismality, it's a hard, hard sell.
Revisiting the opening paragaph's premise about compliments being able to make you fall in love made me realize just how vacuous and shallow our main character is. Not to mention a raft of other negative traits...
It's very well written and has its allure, but as I've said, it's just too damn depressing. I needed more "Fidel Castro...ain't got nothing on these bitches" and less despair.
I've decided not to publish STRINGS at TQR. It's a good read and has some great lines, but there's no one character that has any redeeming qualities. It left me despairing for the human condition. Sex reduced to maintenance is a terrible and bleak world. Sorry, just my take. Thank you for submitting your work and I hope we can do business in the future.