My Angel by Christine Young
Run, it’s the devil!

Run, it’s the devil!

Ugh, they can’t even sleaze right. What good are these people for, then?

Don’t see any love here, but lots of hate and childish behavior.

This is easily one of the worst romance novels out there. Ever.

I’m suddenly in the mood for KFC.

The hero is boring and probably has multiple personality disorder. Yawn.

Surely there are less painful ways to support a charity.

Even revised for a twenty-first century audience, this classic is still best left to people with, uh, acquired tastes.

Okay, flying away now from this hideously saccharine and manipulative thing…

Not my choice, never in a million years.
