Y‘all, Bobby Tom does so many awful things near the end of HEAVEN, TEXAS that he should‘ve killed my love for this book. Like, seriously. The dude barrels into what-even-is-consent territory, with a major side of emotionally stunted fuckwittedness.
But I still love the thing overall, because it‘s mostly charming and good-hearted and sometimes I like problematic media. 🤷♀️