Where Dreams Begin by Lisa Kleypas
Watch out, the sugar tide is coming in!

Watch out, the sugar tide is coming in!

The heroine loves her stupid house more than anything else here, and that’s sad.

This is a boring motivational seminar. Can I go home now?

Fun hero, tedious heroine, underwhelming plot.

This one needs a big dose of magic to redeem itself.

There’s a sweet story here, but it’s buried under a pile of scatalogical jokes and painful gags.

This version of the dude is free of blaxploitation stuff. It’s serious, sober, and rather dull.

This is not very interesting. Readable, but not so arresting.

Ooh, ballet porn. Wait, there’s a story here? Too busy looking at the scenery to notice.

This is why you don’t let musicians think they are movie people.
