Well, none of the tracks here put me to sleep, so yay.
Hos on the street, sucking and robbing their johns! Hold your excitement, though, the story is nowhere as exciting as it could have been.
The author didn’t run away with her fantastical premise, more the pity.
The songs are mostly catchy and adorable, but, together, they all sound the same after a while.
This is a “Huh?” book. Ask me about it a few days down the road and I’d give you a blank look.
The author has a big gun; he wants everyone to watch him play with it for over 700 pages.
The author turns into a different kind of beast when it comes to the sex scenes. Pretty impressive.
Joss Whedon once again proves that he’s overrated when it comes to his ability as a writer and director.
Stripper zombie women vs four people. Now that’s a party.
It’s not bad at all, for a gamebook by RA Montgomery.
How many ways can the author portray Australians as freaks of the century? Many, many ways!
It is never about this book. It’s all about the next book, when Lyon Whatshisname finally faces the firing squad.
A story set in the Bahamas, and I’m ready to party. Long after the last page, I’m still waiting to party.
There are many dramatic moments here, and the romance is lost in there, somewhere.
Violence, gritty reality, trauma. and then cut to Vanessa Williams singing Colors of the Wind. Yeah. what the heck.
The heroine mouths and acts sassy like a Disney TV heroine, and then pulls out a condom. That’s so wrong.
Either we have a young Anne Stuart in the making or someone who tries too hard. Time will tell, I guess.
The author still has it. Now, if only she would apply her magic to her longer works.
One’s a clingy baby, one’s a go-getter player. Guess which one is the hero. (Hint: the cry baby.)
The heroine is great, but the rest of the story is either okay or cracked.