Love, Come to Me by Lisa Kleypas
The author humiliates herself with the reissue of this dreadful thing. Is any money worth the shame?
The author humiliates herself with the reissue of this dreadful thing. Is any money worth the shame?
Reading this one, the phrase “going through the motion” comes to mind.
This one is so dull it makes me burst into song.
Ugh, this one is just cheesy and contrived. So much for the “dark” hero.
More sugar for your diabetes, ma’am?
Lisa Kleypas channels the 1980s ritzy women’s fiction with her mainstream debut title. Thing is, she’s 20 years too late.
This one won’t be anything great or groundbreaking, but it’d do.
It’s all about catching up with the characters you love. Don’t expect a great story here.
I think the author is incapable of creating compelling conflict anymore.
Did anything actually happen in this one? I’m falling asleep.