Playing Away by Adele Parks
Ooh, a chick-lit story that doesn’t make me feel nauseous!

Ooh, a chick-lit story that doesn’t make me feel nauseous!

The romance is pretty good until the author decides to do plot stuff to it. Oh well.

This one won’t have much substance, but it’s fun all the way to the finish line.

Watching this one breaks my heart, because it’s so epic and awesome.

The main characters are such ninnies. The title is indeed prophetic.

It is always creepy when an author inserts her men-are-all-that-matters viewpoint into a book in a genre read mostly by women.

After the fires in the last book, the hurricanes are here to wash the mess away.

The heroine takes the word “pathetic” to a whole new level.

Read for the descriptions of how sex works in old London brothels, flee from the romance.

Mob bosses, chick lit doozies, gay BFFs, and other madness.
