This one is so campy and delightful, I just have to like it despite its ridiculousness. Or maybe because of it.
The heroine is so child-like that this story becomes creepy.
I like the song by Madonna far better than this book, and I don’t even like that song.
Yawn. I expected better.
Wait, haven’t I just read a similar story last time around? Yes, same story, take two.