
Jordan by Lori Foster
The heroines are still boring.

The heroines are still boring.
Boring heroines are in, sigh.
This one is absurd enough to be somewhat amusing, but absurd is still absurd.
A rarely used setting – during World War 2 – and the authors just blew it. Sigh.
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.