The Third Heiress by Brenda Joyce
This one is like a bad imitation of a VC Andrews story. More camp needed.
This one is like a bad imitation of a VC Andrews story. More camp needed.
The author tries too hard to wring my emotions. I quite resent that.
This low-rent sequel assembles a third-rate version of the cast in the original movie. So much cringe to give!
The heroine’s stupidity powers her through all kinds of nonsense.
Overrated, and not even as sexy as advertized. What a snoozer.
Well, it tries. Didn’t succeed, but I suppose the effort counts for a little.
This one is too clichéd to its own detriment.
This is a joke that the author isn’t it on. Oh dear.
Watch out, the paraillusions will get you, so try not to fall asleep…
This whole thing feels like a bad accident from start to finish.