The problem is it’s hard to know exactly which Young Adult selections I’m going to feel too old for. It’s especially hard with blurbs that say things like . . . .
“Get ready to die laughing” . . . “outrageously funny”
Being that there was already a #2 in this series, it was pretty obvious that I would not be experiencing Denton Little’s death. I’ve also read enough YA/dystopia/whateveryouwanttocallit to not be real blown away by the premise that in the future nearly everyone has a predetermined expiration date. However, I still figured I would enjoy things aiiiiiight. What I did not plan on was a character who kept trying to convince me that . . . .
The mom in me doesn’t give cheating on your girlfriend a pass. And momma sure as hell doesn’t give having sex with a completely hammered/possibly passed-out boy a pass . . . .
Rape is rape. Even if it’s not happening to a female. I want to give this 1 Star because I hate when a book makes me feel like a buzzkill or the morality police. However, like so many other Young Adult novels, Denton’s best friend Paolo was a saving grace and deserves a star all for himself.
The problem is it’s hard to know exactly which Young Adult selections I’m going to feel too old for. It’s especially hard with blurbs that say things like . . . .
“Get ready to die laughing” . . . “outrageously funny”
Being that there was already a #2 in this series, it was pretty obvious that I would not be experiencing Denton Little’s death. I’ve also read enough YA/dystopia/whateveryouwanttocallit to not be real blown away by the premise that in the future nearly everyone has a predetermined expiration date. However, I still figured I would enjoy things aiiiiiight. What I did not plan on was a character who kept trying to convince me that . . . .
The mom in me doesn’t give cheating on your girlfriend a pass. And momma sure as hell doesn’t give having sex with a completely hammered/possibly passed-out boy a pass . . . .
Rape is rape. Even if it’s not happening to a female. I want to give this 1 Star because I hate when a book makes me feel like a buzzkill or the morality police. However, like so many other Young Adult novels, Denton’s best friend Paolo was a saving grace and deserves a star all for himself....more
Charlotte Duckworth is a new to me author that I think I may have discovered over on the ‘Gram. Ironic, since this is a story about an influencer. Thanks to technology, long gone are the days when . . . . .
Nope. Nowadays anyone can get a paycheck and be internet famous if they try hard enough. Violet is living proof. Her handsome husband, beautiful home and charming children have propelled her to the top of the heap when it comes to Mommy Vloggers. Lily and Yvonne don’t know each other at all, but are both faithful followers. When Violet’s social media presence goes dark, well . . . . .
I mean, who would just leave the internet? Something terrible must have happened, right?
Okay, so I seriously dug this book – mostly due to my morbid fascination with people’s relationships to social media. I will be the first to admit I just don’t get it. I think this is one time where my age truly shows. Obviously I have some social media, since I’m posting here. I also have a Bookstagram. But I don’t have Facebook, Twatter, Snapchat, etc. and I only post about books. I don’t post every meal I eat or my workout regimen (ha! work out. that’s funny), and I certainly don’t post my children’s images on my public pages because they didn’t sign up to be a part of my account and I never want strangers trolling them like they have trolled me. I don’t feel obligated to spend “X” hours or have “X” friends/followers or any of the like. In fact, I’m pretty likely to unfollow/defriend/block people who complain about how the internet is so demanding of their time, how they should get paid in more than free books (seriously??? free books is liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife), or how they are so speshul, but the “algorithm” is oppressing them. #barf. I will also admit I followed a handful of “Mommy” accounts on Instagram back when I originally joined because they focused on home décor and it was Christmastime which is errrrrrrrythang to me. However, I only continue to follow one because one irritated me with her constant posts of an insufferable child who was not cute whatsoever (I’ll take my Mother of the Year Award whenever it’s ready) when I signed up to see what bargains she could find at Target, Hobby Lobby, etc., another posted all day every day about herself while her youngest child begged for her attention and she ignored him (she’ll take one of those awards too), and I’m getting ready to kick the remaining account to the curb due to general lack of content in lieu of what I would consider “home movie” footage (obviously that account is probably the most like Violet and feels she has to post constantly or risk losing her fanbase/paycheck). All that being said, while I don’t understand the obsession people get with strangers, I totally see it all the time so the premise of this book didn’t seem like too much of a stretch for me. Now, the big reveal was pretty farfetched, but C’MON - that’s exactly what it was supposed to be. Like the best sort of Lifetime Murders and Mysteries I could have asked for.
"Cheer taught me to trust my girls to catch me when I fall. It showed me how to be a leader."
I read Dare Me nearly five years ago and had a mediocre reaction to it. Then the previews for the television series started appearing and I realized that I remembered hardly anything aside from (a) cheerleaders that were (b) Megan Abbott’s signature mean girl type of teen. Old Lady Brain. So debilitating : ( I set the DVR up to record the show and then by sheer luck was offered a chance for a review copy of the book and decided to give it another go. Well . . . . . .
Or, at minimum, a wrongreader because holy crap. WTF was I expecting the first time around? I can’t imagine it going any other direction and it was goooooooood. Like thank God I don’t have daughters like this trainwreck type of good, but oh so good. The TV version was highly disturbing as well. And only one episode in!
Recommended to those who don’t like their pubescent leads full of sugar and spice and everything nice and their cheerleading . . . . .
I ran through Tropper’s books in short order quite a few years ago. Then this one was set to become a movie so I read it again. In what could only be called an end of days scenario, me (the not-a-re-reader) found myself in a situation a couple of days before Christmas . . . . .
Rendering me pretty much not only housebound, but restricted to the room closest to the bathroom. And despite having a plethora of books on the Kindle, I didn’t much have the mental capacity to start something new and retain any information. Plus, it was Christmas and nothing says Christmas like dysfunctional families so I downloaded the Foxmans from the library website (literally I was too lazy to go downstairs and obtain my own hard copy version and the thought of flipping pages to my fever-addled brain was the equivalent of some serious cardiovascular exercise). Basically . . . . .
And yes, these people feel like old friends to me at this point. I have loved everything Tropper has ever written and I’m a huge fangirl. I love dysfunction. I love the loveable loser. I love melancholy comedy. He delivers everything I could ask for . . . . except trailers containing meth labs exploding. He doesn’t write about that. ...more
By the time my turn came around at the library for Conviction I had no recollection of where I had even heard of it. Then I saw it was part of the “Hello Sunshine” book club and basically when it comes to Reese Witherspoon . . . .
Okay, maybe not anything, but she does pretty decent at picking books I like.
Anna is your typical housewife who enjoys listening to podcasts/escaping into a book along with a nice cup of Joe after getting the kids up and ready each day. Unfortunately for Anna, this particular day happens to be the one where . . . . .
Not only does her husband inform her he’s leaving her for her best friend, but her true crime podcast of choice focuses on someone she was acquainted with long ago who was suspected of killing himself and his children aboard a supposedly haunted yacht, annnnnnnnnd the jilted husband of the aforementioned adultering bestie shows up at her door as well. What follows is the story of Anna (and her new tagalong Fin) playing armchair detectives in order to piece together this puzzle before Anna’s own past catches up with her.
Obviously this was 100% farfetched and people who only enjoy realistic tales will find plenty to complain about here. Buuuuuuuuut, if you just enjoy escaping into your stories and love a good game of . . . .
I read this, but I’d be interested in hearing what the audio was like from anyone who went that route. Since it flips back and forth from podcast to “real life” and moved along at a near frantic pace, I think it would make for a great listen....more
Alright, let’s do another one. If you are so basic of a white girl that your family thinks your Pinterest only consists of things like the following when it comes to Christmas gifts you might wish for . . . . .
This is the book for you. It is 100% a Hallmark Christmas movie in written format. Gorgeous curmudgeon (whose family just so happens to own the local Christmas tree farm) gets paired with a Christmas loving philanthropist via way of some convenient amnesia, attend various holiday functions together and fall in love. Pick your favorite Hallmark hunk to picture or, if you’re like me, focus on your favorite leading lady . . . .
After being off the intertubes for a couple of weeks with the fam, Imma knock as many of these old reviews off the to-do list as possible before the end of the year when there becomes pretty much zero chance I’ll ever do a wrap up. Let’s start with what I read over my little Christmas staycay. Luckily, there’s not much since I kept finding myself falling down rabbit holes of reality television programs I have managed to avoid in the past but somehow winded up binge-watching in marathons over the last nine days such as . . . . .
I think Khloe might be my spirit animal. Fat Khloe, that is. The new Khloe wouldn’t sit around for seven hours in a row eating garbage like I kept doing.
I read Christmas Shopaholic on Christmas Eve and it was everything it was supposed to be. If you’re familiar, these books all sort of follow a zany, slapstick, over-the-top sort of storyline that covers whatever is going on in Becky Brandon née Bloomwood’s life. This time around it’s hosting her first giant family Christmas gathering. Per usual . . . . .
You know what’s better than Hallmark Christmas movies? Hallmark COZY MYSTERY movies. Because those suckas play all damn year long. And Candace Cameron Bure stars in one batch of those too (Real Murders series - books by Charlaine Harris – if curiosity is killin’ yo cat). So does Aunt Becky and I’m soooooo sad that there will be no more Sunday editions of . . . .
Alright, here’s a little confession. Last Christmas I picked up The Twelve Slays of Christmas from the library and then saw that there was a book two – and immediately got butthurt and complained whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy didn’t the library have it and on and on because I am horrible. And then I turned around and looked in my “basket of shame” full of ARCs that I keep not reading despite always asking for more ARCs and . . . . .
Like I said, I’m horrible. Anyway, if you like cozies and you like Christmas this is sure to be a winner. This time the dead body is found stuffed in a “guess how many mints are in this big ol’ glass” and the suspect is the leading lady Holly’s bestie. And maybe Santa is in it. Or maybe not because that would just be crazy, right? I mean, everyone knows he’s not real.
ARC provided by the publisher in exchange for a very untimely review.
When it comes to romance series, my reactions are pretty polarized. Either I hate number one and will not even attempt any of the rest or the author can’t write them fast enough for me. This one?????
Is already a novel – nope too corny even for me fresh idea in a genre full of the same ol’ tired tropes and these guys not only bring the hotness, but also the hardy hars.
This second installment features Liv, the sassy sister from the first book, and Mack, the “playboy” of the bromance club sect. The two pair up in order to take on the task . . . . .
And bring down Liv’s former boss who is a real Harvey Weinstein of a human. Of course, they eventually also . . . . .
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(Spoiler Alert: I will most likely be using this .gif for every porny book I read for eternity now that I’ve found it.)
This one wasn’t as sexy as the first (c’mon – nightclub/restaurant owner < major league baseball player every single time), but I loved the humor (a good diarrhea joke never fails to make me laugh) and I would probably read 72 more books in this series.
ARC provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. ...more
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I have been able to avoid this ever since it was released because I just knew in my heart of hearts it wasn’t going to be for me. But then I saw the flippin’ Netflix commercial and I’m totally that bitch who has to read the book before she watches the movie so I went ahead and put it on hold in hopes that I could view the film during my Christmas vacay. I don’t really know anything about the movie, except that it features an ensemble cast and takes place during the holiday season. My hopes are that it is something like this . . . .
And yes I’m totally the target demographic for that last movie and that is why it is one of my favorite pick-me-ups.
Before beginning this collection I perused my friends’ ratings to officially lower my expectations and lemme just say that Erin's first line is spot on. I haven’t seen this much product placement since . . . . .
And it’s not too much of a stretch to see me landed in the slammer attempting to acquire a limited edition “Shitter is Full” figurine if only 10 were to ever be released.
Unfortunately, this story featured a real judgey d-bag for the leading lady and all I could think throughout the entire thing was . . . . .
#2 – John Green’s A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle (a/k/a the only reason people would ever by this book)
When Tobin’s parents get stranded at a convention in Boston and the promise of a bevy of cheerleaders and potentially a keg of beer await them at the local Waffle House, he and his friends JP and The Duke load themselves (and a Twister mat) up in old Carla for an epic quest through the snow.
Featuring typical John Green too cool for school types with a tiny little boybearpig of a bestie that you can’t help but love, generation butthurt will find plenty of things to be offended by, but I was raised by John Hughes and this had some of his vibes and was 100% the Christmas Can’t Hardly Wait I was hoping for. I’m most definitely an imbiber of the Green Kool-Aid so I’d give this one 4 Stars.
#3 The Patron Saint of Pigs by Lauren Myracle
About Addie – a self-centered buttmunch who wants her boyfriend to change for her because she is so deserving of grand gestures and for her friends to all accept her never being there any time they need her because she's a speshul snowflake and they should automatically treat her like the princess she believes herself to be. Basically . . . .
After recently coming off a Burroughs’ induced Halloweeny high from the delightful Toil & Trouble, there was no chance I was going to let the holiday season go by without picking this one up. Once again this selection of stories reminded me of my Darling David in that the snapshots of life may have contained some dark aspects and the storyteller might have been a bit of a Negative Nelly, but the humor and sentimentality worked to (for the most part) keep spirits bright.
Included in this collection are tales about:
Eating Santa’s face – without ingesting some bathsalts first; Building a gingerbread house tenement; Asking for a pony; Waking up hungover at the Waldorf Astoria next to Santa; Waking up in a gaggle of homeless people; Waking up to find your dream house flooded; and George.
That one was a heartbreaker. Kudos to you AB for making me have a feel. And for being my kindred spirit when it comes to the advent calendar . . . .
My mother surely must have regretted ever introducing me to the advent calendar, because now she could never take it away. It would be like getting your child hooked on heroin and then withholding their needle.
For the last eighteen days, it had been the single focus of my life. My mother would not allow me to open a new door before eight o’clock in the evening. By seven each night, I was sitting on the floor in front of the refrigerator like a dog, staring up at the calendar and asking her every few minutes, “Is it almost eight o’clock?”
Luckily I’m the adult in my house (and the advent calendar belongs to me because my children are Grinches who only are interested in Christmas for the presents and spend the rest of their lives holed up in their rooms), so I open the day’s little door as soon as I get up each morning . . . .
“So many lives destroyed, and for what? So one man could be king of a patch of desert full of men and women who desperately wanted to believe in something.”
I’m running out of days of the year so let’s knock another review out real quick. Basically, After the Fire is a fictionalization of what is an absolutely unforgettable moment in history to people my age . . . . .
The story takes place literally “after the fire” when the compound burned down and focuses on a 17-year old survivor named Moonbeam. The setting is the hospital where she and other survivors are being cared for and in intense therapy to try and help them not only get through the immediate trauma they just experienced, but that they have incurred their entire life while living in a religious cult. I thought this was a very well done Young Adult book which tackled a moment in time that should not be forgotten. It handled more risqué subject matter (like the plural marriage of the leader) with kid gloves where no details were given and the wives all had to be 18, but it didn’t shy away from addressing questions my generation will always have about the actual event . . . . .
“You have to understand how an investigation of this scale works. The priority was gathering the necessary evidence for federal firearms and conspiracy indictments. They were building cases of illegal imprisonment and assault and pursuing about a dozen other charges at the same time, but it was the automatic weapons and blasting caps that were going to put John Parson away for the rest of his life.”
“So in the meantime, they just watched people get hurt? They just let it happen?”
I’d recommend this one to high schoolers looking for a more “true crime” type of experience while still reading a fictional story. ...more
What do an estate house, a dysfunctional family, a dog searching for more, a catfishing expedition, murder plotting, and a musical number inspired by . . . .
Have in common? Well, that’s all things you’ll find in Jen Silverman’s brilliant play The Moors.
I’ll spare you all the boring details regarding just how I ended up looking for last-minute tickets to a play for my son and I to attend and simply say I needed some last-minute tickets to a play for my son and I to attend. We literally had ONE available evening (yesterday) in which to see said show and not $100 to drop per ticket (and also I hate A Christmas Carol so I would have cried if that was my only option). Miracle of miracles, UMKC was putting on this show – which I knew nothing about. I simply snatched up tickets, told the kid to STFU (in the nicest way possible) and suffer through if it ended up being crap since this was for his class and off we went. And holy crap this play and production were amazing.
As I said before, the play itself was simply brilliant. Dark humor at its best. The cast of only six (along with us attending a performance held in a 40-seat theater) . . . .
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(No joke - smaller than a two-car garage.)
Left zero room for error. These students were amazing and turned an evening I’m honest enough to be admit we were pretty much dreading into one we won’t forget. Highly recommend to theater fans who like their comedy with a bit of a murdery edge to it....more
JFC, this one didn’t make it to the Currently Reading list either??? Methinks things may have been getting glitchy up in the phone version of the ‘Reads. I can see me missing marking one book, but not two. Toil & Trouble was the third Burroughs’ offering I picked up and I have one thing to say . . . .
And also, WHERE MY GIRLS AT?!?!?!?!?! You know who you are (*cough Debbie cough*) – the ones who get dreamy swoon-face like Lisa Simpson here whenever our favorite culottes-wearing elf releases a new memoir . . . . .
Now, I can’t say that all of Augusten’s personal history will be something you want to consume since he was raised by a literal mental patient and molested throughout his youth (just to name a couple of cringe-worthy inclusions), but in this book Burroughs is married, pushing 50, moving to Connecticut and it is oh-so-very-Sedaris-esque which had me like . . . . .
Wow. The walls down here are literally made of mold. I am doing the renovation math in my mind as we walk, and we are now at around four hundred thousand dollars.
So far, I kind of hate it.
“I love it,” Christopher tells Corky.
Christopher has always loved a good wreck. He married me, after all. When we first started dating, he asked, “Have you seen Grey Gardens?” I told him I hadn’t. He said, “Oh, you have to watch it. It’s a crazy, great documentary.” He’d already seen it a few times, he loved it so much. But I told him to shut it off after the first five minutes. “I’m sure it’s amazing, but this reminds me way too much of my childhood. People living in squalor and eating cat food is a horrible memory, not entertainment, even if they are related to Jacqueline Kennedy.”
And, of course, there’s the witchcraft. Whether you are truly able to pick up what Burroughs is putting down or simply dismiss it as something like The Secret Oprah was pushing on everyone a decade or so ago or chalk it up to . . . . .
The fact that this one didn’t even make it to my “Currently Reading” list probably says everything that needs to be said about how much I enjoyed it. I picked this up during Nonfiction November as a challenge to myself to break away from my usual “nonfiction” selections which generally take form as comedic memoirs. I knew Dopesick had won a bunch of awards and I will admit I was hoping for a reading experience like I had with Evicted. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. What I got instead was the Lifetime Television for Women Mothers version of the opioid epidemic which centered around the addiction and/or death that they discussed regarding their children (one who only took ONE PILL and it killed him because – yeah, that sounds legit). While the history of Oxy was barfed out like a high-school term paper and there was a dealer or two thrown in for good measure, they were but blips on the radar. Nope - Dopesick wants to pull on the heartstrings and sadly for it . . . . .
Why do I tell you guys stuff like this? My husband should have zero problems having me committed with all of these embarrassing confessions out there in writing. Actually he won’t even have to worry about it after that fucking Google ad during the Super Bowl . . . .
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*drinks gallon of antifreeze due to inability to stop crying ever*
Anyway, so I was lucky enough to get an advance of this book, read it a billion years ago, lost it in a car that is about the same size as a shoe and am now finally posting this. And guess what? I just took a look at the cover and noticed that it doesn’t come out until March so . . . . .
The Return doesn’t seem to be a big hit with my Goodreads friends, but I dug it. The premise is a reunion of four old friends at a quirky inn. The twist is they are getting together after one of them was “disappeared” for two years. You see, Julie went hiking and never came back. Two years to the day she went missing she was found on her own front porch. Her pals Elise, Molly and Mae get the gang back together in order to help Julie as much as they can dealing with her return. But Julie isn’t the same. Is it a case of . . . .
The creep factor here was on eleven and that was totally enjoyable. Plus, I always love a good “hens weekend” type of setting and watching the skeletons fall out of various closets. The dynamic of friend groups intrigues me and I don’t mind reading about people talking rather than nonstop action. Your mileage obviously may vary, but I think this would make for a great rainy-day read.
ARC provided by Berkley in exchange for an honest review....more
I’ll be on vacay (at my house – don’t think you can rob me without me murdering you) until after Christmas so Imma knock another review out today and make me feel like I accomplished something this year by posting 200 reviews.
Been There, Married That is the type of book you pick up when . . . .
It’s the story of what happens when Agnes’ megahit Hollywood producer husband Trevor decides to divorce her, believing the grass is sure to be greener on the other side. What follows is a completely over-the-top tale that could easily be found in Webster’s next to the definition of . . . .
When I read this (a while ago, because you know I suck at timely reviews) I thought this would be a great poolside selection. Alice NEVER being serious (I mean EVER - even when in mediation discussing the potential of losing custody of her children) irritated the shit out of me, but I still stand by that opinion. Now that the holidays are quickly approaching, this might be a great escape from the stresses of the season as well. Got a house full of Griswalds? Run a bubble bath and soak in with Agnes’ antics.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley! ...more
So apparently Goodreads ate my review of this? That’s unfortunate. Luckily I had a copy on the ol’ blog still so my apologies for this oldie, but I frSo apparently Goodreads ate my review of this? That’s unfortunate. Luckily I had a copy on the ol’ blog still so my apologies for this oldie, but I freaking love Samantha Downing’s stuff and refuse to leave a sadass blank space in lieu of my previously posted 4 Star gif festival.
From the placeholder “review” below, obviously this was a highly anticipated release for me. Now that I’ve finished?????
But some of you are gonna haaaaaaaate it due to the ending so let’s just hope that I can come to terms with my feelings before release date so we can still be friends.
I was lucky enough to score an early copy of My Lovely Wife when no one was even talking about it yet and it completely blew my socks off. I knew Samantha Downing was an author to watch and I literally knew nothing about this book (hadn’t even read a blurb) before attempting to receive an advanced copy. I recognized Downing’s name and the cover was so good I almost creamed my jeans = I neeeeeeeeeded it. Then I got nervous because sophomore novels – especially those on the heels of a megahit – are hard and I’m a giant asshole who tells it like it is. But then I started and discovered this was going to be a story about a . . . . .
“Go on the road trip. Scatter my ashes at the end. Once I’m in my final resting place, my estate will be equally divided between you.”
Sounds simple right? The only caveats? Don’t end up in jail, complete the entire trip and don’t deviate from the original road trip that was taken back when they were kids in any way or that person(s) gets bupkis. What could possibly go wrong?
Oh this was such a yummy slow roller of a read. I held off until I had the house to myself with the only interruptions to my reading being to play Uber driver for the children and letting the dog out to pretend he was pooping before coming in the house and actually pooping on the rug. I highly recommend reading this if not in one sitting, then in giant chunks where you can really get absorbed in the story. Obviously this would be pretty kickass to experience if you ever find yourself the passenger on your own drive from hell (looking at you, never-ending State of Kansas) or if you’re a freak like me you might find it to be a pretty decent holiday read despite it taking place in the heat of the summer and ending in the desert. Nothing says Merry Christmas like family drama! Recommended.
My undying gratitude to Berkley Publishing for making my wish come true on this one in exchange for an honest review. My fangirling opinions are all my own.
What do I even say about The Regrets? Really the only way to even describe it for me is a “literary love story.” It’s certainly falls into the category of . . . .
The Pisces is another ill-fated little romance read that comes to mind when I think of who might want to give this one a go.
The story here is of Rachel and Thomas. She sees him at the bus stop for weeks on end, always with a letter to mail. Eventually she decides to follow him and they ride all the way to the end of the line together. He informs her that some bad things have happened to him that he’s not allowed to talk about and that he will only be in town for about another month. Her best pal assumes he’s either married or a criminal. She has a moment that I have no idea was intentional or not, but very reminiscent of . . .
Okay, the year is quickly ending, I find myself 11,000 reviews behind and a bunch of those aren’t really even worth me wasting my time on (like this one we can just label as Exhibit A) so I’m going to puke out a couple of sentences real quick and call it done. Brooklynaire was obviously released as an antithesis to all things Christian Grey . . . .
Not that I was a big fan of the Red Room of Pain, but at least something was going on.
You see, professional hockey team owner Nate is a billionaire with heart. He has loved his office manager Becca from afar for years and years (and apparently has chosen to show it by making her the office manager of a billion-dollar empire, but paying her so little that she lives in a shitty neighborhood in an apartment she winds up having to share with her sister, her sister’s baby and the baby daddy). When Becca suffers a concussion, Nate jumps at the opportunity to be her knight in shining armor – promptly moving her into his palace and opening up about his feelings in fairly short order. The two commence the banging, there’s a teensie little bit of very contrived drama thrown in and they get their happily ever after.
Everyone else but me loved this, so obviously I’m once again a wrongreader, but I found these characters, the sex, the (non-existent) plot and everything else about this to be sooooooooooooooooooooo . . . .
This was my first read by this author, but I actually have a couple of her other books on the Kindle. I need to get around to them to see if this was truly just me sucking a turtle or not. ...more