The reason self-publishing goes oh-so, wrong. To begin with, there is too much unneccesary information. She underestimates her readers, we understand that Autumn is the name of the main character's friend – we're not five, and we do know that Americans have a thing for peculiar names. A single phonecall does not require 1075 words. (I copypasted the horror into word, I had to know).

It is so awful, it actually speaks for itself. Nothing is left for the imagination. There is a passage in italics! And, oh, the mind-bogglingly bad thought-references. An editor, patience and several red pens could possibly save this train-wreck. This is why self-publishing is a terrible idea. A piece of writing needs revision, and it needs an un-attached, professional eye. A quote to illustrate:

( I suppressed a slight shiver of pleasure )

I'm not sure this is worth my literature-tag. The author is, by the way, April Bostic.