This is almost a four-, maybe five-oogie read, only to sink into dire wretchedness in its second half. Oh, what a waste.
Evil clowns are always adorable, but this one lacks that special kind of creep factor to make it memorable.
This story ends up being a little too neat and tidy for its own good.
This isn’t the most exciting or refreshing thing ever, but it may just be a decent comfort read.
Greetings from Planet Tumblr, where despite all the rants about diversity, everyone still wants a hot jock with big dong and six-pack abs.
Less rehash of horror clichés, more of the author’s unique flavor, please.
This one is set up to be an internal conflict-driven tale, but abruptly changes direction halfway. What happened?
The author almost delivers a coherent, no-nonsense story. He doesn’t quite succeed… but baby steps, I guess.
At least this would make a funnier B-grade movie than any of Suzanne Brockmann’s books.
The hot stuff is here, but why does it have to have romance?
Everyone’s awesome, gorgeous, rich, and amazing; and there is nary a decent conflict in sight.
This is more of a mystery than romance, but it’s not too bad.
The author’s writing style is the only reason this unfocused and meandering werewolf tale gets anywhere.
I’m not sure about the fire lighting. This book is still entertaining at places, but I think the series is losing steam.
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.