Yes she wrote a lesbian cruise story. The boat was bigger than the Titanic, had a different er for every problem, and in case you don't remember she tells you about 100 different times that everyone has a vagina.
Hello, Darling
a Novel
by Amberlynn Reid
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Chapter One: Juniper | June 1, 2017; 6:24am
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"How do you always talk me into doing crazy things?" I asked my best friend, Memphis, a total blonde bombshell walking 5'11 on petite feet.
"How is this crazy? We are literally going on an "Only Girls" cruise for a month. There will be naked pool parties, alcohol, random hookups, and a ton of lesbians." Memphis giggled and added, "Okay, you are right, Juniper. This is a bit crazy but this is going to be a blast."
"You had me at 'Only Girls.'" I laughed. We are both lesbians but the complete opposite of one another. Memphis is a long haired blonde with brown eyes, while I'm standing with short dark hair and blue eyes. Memphis loved shopping and fake pink nails, while I liked leather jackets and skinny jeans. "This is any lesbians paradise." I added.
We both happily arrive at Hello, Darling. Hello, Darling is the cruise that was just set out for only females. It was like no other kind of cruise ship before because nothing was off limits, with very little rules, and the ship would never stop for a full month besides when gas was needed and even then, no one was allowed off the ship. It was a seclusion I was going to love.
The ship was huge, almost resembling the size of The Titanic but Hello, Darling was white and in pretty pink cursive writing was the ships name on the side of it. Everywhere I looked there were girls.
Dark girls, light girls, short, tall, fat, skinny, butch, and femme but they all looked excited and we were all here for the same reason; fun, relaxation, and hopefully hookups. 2,000 passengers and each one had a vagina and the thought excited me.
...end of Page One, and end of Chapter One.
The awkward writing found in this "novel" gives considerable insight into why -- when faced with the task of intelligently, interactively critiquing literature with her book club members -- Big Al was at a loss, panicked, and chose to immediately shut down the club.
She blamed the members for "ruining the club" by wanting something from her she couldn't understand.
Simple: They wanted discussion.
Meanwhile, Al expected reviewing books would be just like she reviews food, all done-and-dusted with a quick "Itz schoo goood!"
These few, short chapters of "Hello, Darling" must have been painfully difficult for her to write..and it shows because it's exceedingly painful to read.
If you're interested, the rest of Hamber's novel (she only finished about a dozen pages) is HERE.
Bon voyage vaginas, only lesbians! 
