The Play of His Life by Amy Aislin
The guy on the cover just won’t stop whining and complaining about everything.

The guy on the cover just won’t stop whining and complaining about everything.

Once again, the author delivers one of the best three-oogie reads I’ve come across in a while.

The romantic suspense genre will be so much smaller in size had the heroines been smarter.

I take it very personally that Professor Lidenbrock didn’t meet a painful end.

It’s not entirely magical, but it’s so pretty!

The author’s hatred for the story and the heroine radiates from every page, and I am amused.

I don’t have the patience for this thing.

It’s the present day and the heroine still needs to flail around to get a hook-up. Fail.

Oh god, those creepy adult children are back…

Forget the big and small screen adaptations. Nothing beats the source material.
