A Fortune for the Outlaw’s Daughter by Lauri Robinson
You know what kills me about this book? Not being able to give it five oogies.
You know what kills me about this book? Not being able to give it five oogies.
This book could have been far better than what it turned out to be.
On the bright side, this tired tale is readable. But there are many other books that are readable too.
Could this be? A book by Julia Justiss without flesh-rending melodramatic displays of self flagellation?
Why take a story rife with possibilities and turn it into a tale of stubborn one-dimensional creatures scowling at one another?
The adventures, the dangers, and the hero are all adequate for a good time. The romance, not quite.
Don’t tell anyone, but I think the two main characters here skin bunnies and kill old ladies for fun.
The author didn’t run away with her fantastical premise, more the pity.
Wait, did anyone say “perfect”? Not today, dear, not today.
I loathe the heroine. She should be a Mortal Kombat character so that I can perform repeated fatalities on her.