Room for Squares by John Mayer
There’s nothing like hearing a bug-eyed creep talk about himself all the time.
There’s nothing like hearing a bug-eyed creep talk about himself all the time.
Don’t make my mistake: reading this one without having read previous books in the series first.
Well, the worst thing is that it bores me… oh wait.
These stories are actually reissues of stuff probably best left forgotten.
A new author serving up a standard, uninspired rescue fantasy. Meh.
This one wants to be generic so badly, I almost feel sorry for it.
This is such a delight, it’s a delightful kind of delighted delight.
This one can be so brilliant yet so cheesy at the same time. I’m vexed, but also entertained.
Massively overrated.
There could have been adventures, intrigue, dangers… but we’re more obsessed about the heroine’s purity.