I’m tempted to deduct an oogie for the names of the hero and the heroine, but nah, I’m not that mean.
The plot of this story can be summed up as follow: YES! NO! YES! NO! YES!…
An illusionist and a theater owner, ooh. But don’t get too excited, it’s not happening.
Go watch The Omen or something – it’d be much better than this dreary waste of time.
The author wants to be a mystery author now. I guess, but her mysteries are straight out of clown school.
With its so typical story line and characters, this clumsily written and laborious read isn’t worth the effort.
One-minute men, one-minute stories. Both are the same, do not engage unless you’re really bored.
Here’s a display of how messy things can be when romance tropes are callously misused.
This one is not quite there yet. The basic premise is fine, but the execution is in shambles.
The story is meant to be suspenseful, but the heroine behaves like it’s a boring field trip.
Hardly any story here, just drama, drama, drama, drama, drama, and drama.
Gape in horror-awe as the author demonstrates how to turn a solid read into a horrific one within the last 50 pages.
A lot of things here need to be iced, starting with that heroine.
The author goes back to “0% woo-woo” historical romance mode, but the romance is barely there.
Plots are for losers. Cool people just breed and make babies for sequels.
The best thing about this one is the lack of “My girlfriend is a hateful slut!” drama. Everything else is… oh boy.
If you have seen any of the previous movies, this one is going to feel very familiar.
The author seems more interested in having her characters be sarcastic and acerbic than in telling a believable story.
Oh, a tale with a dwarf protagonist! Too bad it comes up short in so many ways.
The ugliest man in music (after Bruno Mars) wants you to know that he knows how much you want him.