I'm in a slump. I'm getting desperate. All I want to do is dive into my stash of Harlequins, but I have 2 review books and about 3 library books heading my way. Probably a good thing the Tigers game was rained out in Chicago tonight. I might actually get some reading done tonight.
I'm currently slogging through Games Of Command by Linnea Sinclair. This has gotten some fairly positive buzz around blog land, and while I like it, I'm nitpicking it to death. First, it's over 500 pages long. I have this mental block for any book over 400 pages. Seriously, I know I need to get over it, but my palms start to sweat when I see a "big" book.
Also, I really wish the author would have dumped the secondary romance. It's starting to yank my chain, because the primary romance is oodles more interesting. We have a heroine with a shady past and a hero who started out life as human, but was later changed to a "biocybe." Yeah, that's right kiddies - more machine than human. And the poor guy is deathly afraid that he'll be reported as malfunctioning because he's desperately in love with the heroine. Sort of like Star Trek's Data except less annoying and way hotter.
But the other stuff is getting in the way. I don't care about the heroine's doctor friend. I don't care about the renegade who lands on board and starts communicating with her telepathically. There seems to be a lot of interesting back story for the heroine and hero - and that's what I want. I want them. Not any of this other stuff. Actually Rosario's got a very good review posted for this one. So far I'm agreeing with her on point, although unless I get deeply moved my grade will probably be lower (right now it's a B-).
Ah well, back to reading.