The Bookseller’s Daughter by Pam Rosenthal
Talk about a heartbreaking sophomore slump.
Talk about a heartbreaking sophomore slump.
The heroine is a haughty, snobby, selfish opportunist… and she’s the sane one in her family!
Wait, these stories were supposed to be the best out of a bunch?
The whole Secrets thing is starting to become stale.
This one is like a hooker, You pay it for the pumpies, and nothing else.
Only the newbie’s story is worth reading, and you must read that story.
No, I don’t love love them. Not the ones here, at least.
After a number of books, the author is still stumbling to find her own narrative identity.
Why is this marketed an erotica again? This one isn’t as steamy as it is snoozy.
This is part absurd, part fun and violent. I suppose we can call this an entertaining kind of identity crisis.