At Last by Cyndi Lauper
At last, Cyndi Lauper gets what she wanted all along: dreary musical respectability.

At last, Cyndi Lauper gets what she wanted all along: dreary musical respectability.

The spy plot is dumb, the hero is dumb, and the heroine is just a little dumb. Maybe the last is a blessing?

The author removes the skanky elements of the original edition. and highlights her incompetent plotting further.

The annoying characters make it difficult to overlook the clichés taking hold of the whole story.

Can you believe that this is a romantic suspense? Talk about weird packaging.

Ten years later, she’s still at it. Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex. Please find a new shtick.

It’s a bit better than the last book, not that this is anything to be happy about.

This is really as boring as running an actual restaurant!

Flat characters, tedious exposition, tepid humor… have we lost all control of the situation?

Oh dear, I expected better from an author with so much critical acclaim.
