Somewhere to Dream by Genevieve Graham
The first half is gripping historical fiction, the second half is just… sigh.
The first half is gripping historical fiction, the second half is just… sigh.
Some books give me chills. This one gives me rigor mortis.
Every time I’m convinced these characters can’t be any dumber, the author surprises me.
An illusionist and a theater owner, ooh. But don’t get too excited, it’s not happening.
Why have a Chinese heroine flailing in 1920’s England, if the author is going to just turn her into a Chinese Bridget Jones?
The author wants to be a mystery author now. I guess, but her mysteries are straight out of clown school.
Yes, this is nowhere as good as the other book. But it can still cut my heart up into pieces.
Here’s a display of how messy things can be when romance tropes are callously misused.
If this has been longer, maybe it’d be better. As it is, well, it’s just okay.
A violinist humps his composer girlfriend 24/7 while her poor depressed brother can’t catch a break.