Miscalculations by Elizabeth Mansfield
The main characters are such ninnies. The title is indeed prophetic.
The main characters are such ninnies. The title is indeed prophetic.
It is always creepy when an author inserts her men-are-all-that-matters viewpoint into a book in a genre read mostly by women.
After the fires in the last book, the hurricanes are here to wash the mess away.
The heroine takes the word “pathetic” to a whole new level.
Mob bosses, chick lit doozies, gay BFFs, and other madness.
This one is just meh with some side helping of ugh.
The author guards her tropes faithfully.
Now here’s a satire that ends up being a parody of what it set out to satirize.
If you are mad about miscommunication and dithering, this baby has your name on it.
Vikings, female lairds, star-crossed conflicts, and one sagging middle.