Iridescence by David Manoa
The story may be there, but the writing skill is so amateurish that I end up feeling tad sorry for the author.

The story may be there, but the writing skill is so amateurish that I end up feeling tad sorry for the author.

The characters are from a cartoon, but the story itself isn’t much of one. Hence, tonal whiplash.

You can’t get more po’ white trash than a heroine who is knocked up by her husband’s daddy, that’s for sure.

Up for another tale of an injured heroine being watched over by an action figure hero?

Donald Trump is the worst thing to happen to Courtney Milan.

Some parts good, some parts meh – this is squarely right in the three-oogie territory.

Well, this didn’t work to break my reading slump at all. Here’s my sad face.

Suspense and entertainment also vanish. I sense a long book slump coming on…

The hero is a PI and the heroine is a high school teacher. So whose sexy badge are we talking about here?

If the author wants my $3.99 that badly, just start a GoFundMe or something.
