Rhythms by Donna Hill
The author’s mainstream debut is disappointingly toothless.
The author’s mainstream debut is disappointingly toothless.
Here’s to ending the year with easily the worst book of 2002!
This one is fun enough to make it a debut effort worth taking a risk on.
Ah, the good old days when teaching kids the hula is a sure sign that you’re a slut who needs to be shagged ten thousand ways for being so slutty.
Oh yes, the ever popular “hero considers the heroine a slut forever over some flimsy reason” plot. How can anyone refuse?
And my eyes roll all the way up.
Old school soap opera trashy realness!
There are far worse Christmas anthologies out there.
The characters seem to lose all ability to communicate once they hook up. Sad.
Does anyone see my skin? The book made it crawl so much that it has fled me completely.