Caution by Mariah Carey
Oh dear, isn’t there another kind of music this dear can do?

Oh dear, isn’t there another kind of music this dear can do?

This one is so nondescript that I don’t know what to say here. Er… Merry Christmas? May you find a million dollars under the Christmas tree?

Violins, pianos, woo-woo-ooh vocals… the usual. Oh, BrunuhVille.

Girl gets everything falling perfectly onto her lap despite not really earning any of it, and spends ages whining about it all.

And this baby is boring.

Hmm, barbarians. But whatever you are thinking, you will likely find it in another story. Not this one – it’s raunchy stuff for beginners.

Is this Julia Quinn’s not-so-subtle attempt to tell Disney that they too can turn her books into cartoons?

It takes alcohol and the heroine’s house getting burned down for love to happen. No wonder some people opt to stay single.

Scott Adkins’s movie quality is directly proportional to the amount of time he is shirtless. This one, well… damn the shirt. Damn the shirt!

Well, it makes a little bit more sense than the author’s previous book, but no, she still doesn’t give me a reason to care about the story.
