Lone Arrow’s Pride by Karen Kay
This one infantilizes, rather than celebrates, Native American hotness. A pity.

This one infantilizes, rather than celebrates, Native American hotness. A pity.

Good grief, more dim-witted heroines from this author. Will she ever stop?

Celebrities should stick to what they do best, and hire ghostwriters.

For the love of me, please let’s get the party started.

And I don’t need to think – I know I don’t.

Holy cow, this one is a chore to slough through.

Uneven and contrived.

More like a tower of relentless stupidity.

The daughter sees dead people and I want to die.

Forget the Alamo. We need to rob some brain banks for these heroines.
