Closer by Josh Groban
Sweeter… so much more sickly sweeter.

Sweeter… so much more sickly sweeter.

A solid cast, and a dreadful script. So much for flying high.

There are some glimmers of “Well, that’s not so bad!” stuff here, but all the rampant stupidity here ruins everything.

It’s the end of the world? Quick, get the hero and the heroine to have magic sex ASAP!

What a mess.

This one is like every other small town romance out there, except for the heroine being a hundred times dumber than usual.

Eh, what an un-entertaining mess.

Okay, I won’t.

The whole thing resembles an unfunny prank.

Is this book written by some kind of software that puts together all popular tropes?
