Did an adult write this one? Really?
What works well in RPG tabletop games may not work as well in novels. When will these people ever learn?
They paid Dolph Lundgren and Scott Adkins to be in this one, but don’t put in any martial arts scene? Dumbasses.
Forget hysteria; this one is too sedate to generate any excitement.
She’s having fun indulging in her own nonsense, but good for her for sharing that fun all around.
Come gaze at the imprint of the artist’s navel on every song. She’s losing the plot…
This is ultimately a tale of martyrdom. It’s okay, but I’ll save my adoration for something else.
This is not a thrilling spy romance. It’s just one guy constantly whining and wringing his hands all the time.
The hero can really bring on the noble fool for love act that has me thinking of lovely things.
Hero and heroine must pretend to be married and I nearly slip into a coma.
The hero is adorable, the heroine is deplorable. Guess I can’t have everything.
It’s supposed to be a tearjerker tale of love and healing, but I can’t control my laughter.
Poor Bobby Fischer. It turns out that he’s just a poor mentally unhinged guy oppressed by the government and capitalism and whatever.
There is more meat on the cover art than in the entire story.
The heroine insists on thinking and doing things, when she isn’t cut out for any of that.
Beauty fades, dumb is forever, and books like this are a waste of time and money.
Crazy violent people, limbs flying everywhere amidst the ha-ha’s… yes, it’s a book by Shelly Laurenston.
There are many small little flaws that add up to bog this story down a bit.
A TBR Challenge 2015 review. She survived the Titanic, and gave me a headache.
The author tries to make her “doormat on sale, get yours now” heroine charming and adorable. Doesn’t work, sorry.