The Perilous Life of Jade Yeo by Zen Cho
Why have a Chinese heroine flailing in 1920’s England, if the author is going to just turn her into a Chinese Bridget Jones?
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.
And such a big bore for Mrs Giggles.
Why, oh, why does this have to be a romance story? Especially with that wuss of a hero?
And I’m the happiest of them all, because this story is so cute!
I may have to take back most of the things I’ve said about the author in the past.