The Thing about Love by Julie James
I forgot I had the flu while reading this one, at least until I had another coughing fit. This is indeed THE THING.
I forgot I had the flu while reading this one, at least until I had another coughing fit. This is indeed THE THING.
Suddenly, the magic is gone. Insert sad smiley here.
This one is starting to feel too similar to her previous books, without the good stuff that made those books really fun.
Ah, an irresistible thing of beauty. Read this, people, or forever be deprived of its brilliance!
As usual, the author delivers a solid read, but I wonder whether the formula is wearing thin.
The author is consistent in delivering the goods, and I like that.
The suspense subplot is weak, but there is still plenty to enjoy here.
Damn it, why is it so easy to enjoy this author’s books? Now people will think I’m soft.
A debut effort that lands five oogies from yours truly? Oh, I feel so blessed; I’ve better go buy the lottery next!