White Lies by Linda Howard
After all the drama about Christina Dodd ripping off this book, I have to read it. Eh, both are forgettable anyway.

After all the drama about Christina Dodd ripping off this book, I have to read it. Eh, both are forgettable anyway.

Now this is what I call a debut effort. A show of hands, everyone!

The fundamental missteps of the movie dooms it from the very beginning.

Here’s The Count of Monte Cristo, the dumbass squared version.

Wait, why would anyone find the hero appealing again?

Ashanti? Try A-shitty.

The world is ending? Who cares – the heroine is more concerned about making babies with the man who hates her. Genius!

Yes, let’s conclude a dire trilogy with the worst book of the lot!

Whiny and miserable people mashing groins in an effort to bring me down.

Southern mermaid women’s fiction sounds good on paper, but in execution, it’s not up to scratch.
