there is some serious whiplash involved with being a rwrb fan turned hr fan. you start with a masterpiece novel written by a delightful human being that gets adapted into a mid as fuck romcom that strips away all the elements that made the book so good. you stumble on a show that taunts you with what you could have had before drawing you in and ripping your heart out; it’s once-in-a-lifetime television and it’s fucking canadian. you read the book it’s based on. you decide cmq should be the only romance author allowed to publish until further notice.