A Man to Call My Own by Johanna Lindsey
Is there any reason anymore to keep reading the author’s books?
Is there any reason anymore to keep reading the author’s books?
At least the author ditches the medieval English this time around, heh.
A little too much self-pity, but a lot more fun in the end.
No matter what the plot is, everything comes back to the rush to martyr oneself, stupidly.
The spy plot is dumb, the hero is dumb, and the heroine is just a little dumb. Maybe the last is a blessing?
The author removes the skanky elements of the original edition. and highlights her incompetent plotting further.
Yikes, who let these turds in?
The author goes full circle and re-channels her awful, awful debut effort.
It’s a bit better than the last book, not that this is anything to be happy about.
There are enough charming moments here to make this otherwise uneven story worth a look.