Deep issues, shallow puddles. I’m left craving for something more substantial.
I don’t mind reading this book. I just wish I hadn’t paid full price for it.
What works well in RPG tabletop games may not work as well in novels. When will these people ever learn?
Forget hysteria; this one is too sedate to generate any excitement.
This is ultimately a tale of martyrdom. It’s okay, but I’ll save my adoration for something else.
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.
There are many small little flaws that add up to bog this story down a bit.
The author tries to make her “doormat on sale, get yours now” heroine charming and adorable. Doesn’t work, sorry.
I was having fun… until the always silly “No condom? No problem, I’m on the Pill!” nonsense shows up.
Aww, this one reminds me of My Little Pony meets She-Ra: Princess of Power, only with 500% more gayness.
This one reminds me of a fanfiction of one of those vapid Logo TV shows,
Interesting story for a change, but the romance just doesn’t work. Not even a bit. Sorry!
This highwayman bent on revenge story has some old school charm, but the whole thing ends up being superficial.
Wait, there isn’t much wickedness or adventure here. Mostly issues.
I will always wonder whether the author could have come up with a better plot.
Alas, bite is the one thing that is missing from this otherwise readable tale.
The main characters are likable types, and I really wish I like this story more than I actually do.