I Am Kimberly Cole by RG Miller
I am entertained.

I am entertained.

This is so short that I kind of wish I can unsee it.

What’s scandalous is how the author makes me adore this thing with such apparent ease.

The heroine is meant for the larder, but ends up being a different, more fun kind of meal instead.

Excuse me, brother and sister, have you recited your prayers to the great Saint Austen?

Ooh, this one is almost a four-oogie ballpark-knocker. Almost.

Fiction about gay guys, in ways that women wish all gay guys would be.

The heroine is one of the worst wretches I’ve come across in a while. Reject with prejudice!

I can’t help thinking of a particularly mean line from Ingrid Michaelson’s Boys Chase Girls while reading this.

It’s a fun ride while it lasts, which sadly isn’t long enough.
