This Heart of Mine by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Nope, don’t get the fuss.

Nope, don’t get the fuss.

Finally, the other bloke from Libby’s London Merchant gets settled down. We can all sleep easy now.

The audience is the true collateral damage here.

Pink is still angry, but she’s ditched R&B for pop.

Aside from a love note to Eminem, nothing here is particularly memorable.

This may just be the best book the author has ever written, and that’s pretty scary.

Not much logic here, just tired old plot lines and gimmicks trotted out like a marching band in action.

Oh my god, the author has completely lost the plot…

Making a splash in the English music world by releasing music to drive people to sleep? Not a good idea.

Here’s a shocking discovery: a book by this author with no sex is quite the dud.
