Category Archives: **** = Seriously Go Buy This Book

Claimed By A Cowboy

Fair warning: I am primed to hate this book. I am blinded to any positive aspects this book might have. I will see only its faults, and I will present these faults to you as though they are glaring and insurmountable. I will argue that this is worst book ever written. We’re four weeks into cowboy season and we’ve racked up an 75% suck rate, so I am in no damn mood to be charitable or patient or open-minded. The only comfort my cold, black heart will find in reading this book is being right about terrible it is surely going to be. Sound fun? Yay!

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Trust Me On This

So, like, can we talk about Jennifer Crusie? Can we talk about how Jennifer Crusie is, like, the most adorable contemporary romance writer, like, ever? Can we talk about my enormous writer-crush-slash-girl-crush on Jennifer Crusie? Can we talk about how funny Jennifer Crusie is, and how much I like all of her characters? And how, even though I’ve never seen a picture of her, I’m pretty sure she’s gorgeous and has really shiny hair and also probably would be a lot of fun to get drunk with? Also can we talk about how one time Jennifer Crusie came to Pittsburgh on a book tour RIGHT AFTER I finished reading my first-ever Jennifer Crusie novel and I chickened out of going to see her because I would have had to go alone and it’s one of the biggest regrets of my life? JENNIFER CRUSIE, you guys!! I have so many feelings!!!!!!

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An Affair Without End

This book is sort of infuriating in a lot of ways. For one, the print is SO SMALL. Like, teensy tiny. What am I reading here, high-brow literature? Plus there are SO many little side-stories, all these secondary characters we’re supposed to care about. I’m pretty sure Candance Camp has, like, a dozen books planned for this circle of characters and she wants to make sure that all of them show up and have something to do in every single book but, frankly, I find it really annoying. I mean, yeah, whatever, you don’t just want a heroine who pines away for the hero and does nothing for an entire novel, but let’s leave the secondary characters to their own book and quit clogging up this one. Plus – and this is where I really start to zone out – almost all of the first 200 pages are them attending parties, them interacting with neighbors, them being introduced to Lady So-and-So and it is so ungoldly boring. I mean, who cares? Really? WHO CARES? Who is picking up romance novels and being like, oooh I can’t wait to hear about what this completely random made-up member of the lower elite is up to and how they feel and what kind of parties they attend! Who is doing that?! No one, that’s who. No one is doing that. It’s stupid and it wastes pages and it distracts from the real plot which is WILL THEY OR WON’T THEY DO THE SEX? (They will.) Stop world-building, Candace Camp. If you take all that crap out and double the font size you’d have a totally normal, respectable romance novel and I wouldn’t be yawn-sighing every two pages.

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Compromised Hearts

This book is SUPER SUPER special to me, because it’s one of the very first romance novels I ever read (thanks Hannah Howell!). It’s the first romance novel I remember reading, although I read a lot of them (thanks, Mom, for having such a large collection for me to steal from!) and I can’t actually remember where this one fell in the chronology of romance novels in my life. Let’s just say that this book is one of the novels that started me down this road to obsession! Also it may have started a bunch of friends down that road, as I definitely passed it all around school. I saw this copy at the Borders (RIP) going out of business sale and it did not even occur to me to restrain the wave of nostalgia. Reader, I bought it.

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Dangerous Curves

I admit it, I have kind of bias against contemporary romance novels. For one, they can be a bit, I don’t know, dated in a way that historical novels aren’t. Also, let’s be honest, there tends to be less fodder for humor in contemporary romances. A lot of the heroines have their own things going on, they tend to be smart and independent and there’s a lot less pussy-footing around the Sex Question than there is in the historical novels (the answer is YES). Though, of course, Judith McNaught is the exception here…

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Lawless

I was browsing the Romance section of Half Price Books recently, looking for some good pirate fiction (I wish I knew how to quit you, romance novels). I found a few, but what really caught my eye was a Nora Roberts western. The blurb began: “Half Apache and all man.” OH REALLY? Later I giggled about to my friend Bee who said she recognized the phrase – and wait, wasn’t that novel among the bunch she’d mailed to me? I rushed home to check and she was right. Nora Roberts’ Half Apache All Man hero was already living on my bookshelf.

Let’s begin, shall we?

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