HOW IS THIS STILL A THING?

While trotting past the book section at Target, my head nearly exploded at the sight of yet another book in Jamie McGuire's Maddox Brothers series. GROSS. I wrote a vitriolic review of the first book in the series a few years ago (sample line: "I can't sign off on a happily-ever-after featuring a guy who is always just one break-up away from full-blown cirrhosis of the liver"), and I wasn't kidding: the central romance had no redeeming value. But McGuire has gone on to successfully publish a different-POV-retelling, a sequel, and now a spin-off. HOW? WHY?!? I wish I could think most people are hate-reading them, but it has become all too clear that McGuire's many, many fans think her melodramatic, codependent, man-whorish creations are legitimately dreamy.