I wrapped up Good Girls Don't by Kelley St. John this morning, and I'm sorry to report it didn't improve for me.
I can't believe I'm going to type this, and I'll probably deny this later on - but I found all the focus on sex really boring after a while. I know, I do read some pretty trashy erotica - so that statement escaping my lips doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense.
I think it's because the author was supposed to be selling me a romance. In fact, she was supposed to be selling me three of them. Instead, all the characters seemed to talk about or do was sex related. No real emotional connections. No meaningful conversations. No "getting to know you outside of boinking our brains out" moments.
The worst of it was St. John teases the reader with hints of something deeper. Almost all the characters have some past baggage that is mentioned briefly, but never explored. I wanted more dagnabit.
Even more shocking - I actually agreed with an RT review for once. They gave this baby 2 stars in their December issue.
Next up is Predator by Patricia Cornwell - the latest in her Kay Scarpetta series. I'm wondering if I should start whining now? I've been underwhelmed by the last few books in this series, and in particular am pretty pissed off with what she has done to the Pete Marino character. Once a cantakerous bad ass, he's been reduced to puppy-love adoration of Scarpetta. Bleck. Why can't this poor guy get a woman? I think he needs to hook up with a white trash honey who thinks Twinkies are a delicacy and watching pro wrestling is foreplay.
But that's just my opinion. At least she's gotten the Marino character healthy by having him lose weight in the last book. For a while there he was one step away from a heart attack.