Me: Now where did I leave that chocolate? And I only have, what? That many bottles of wine left? Not nearly enough. Maybe this romance novel will help....
Lemon Drop: Ahem! I understand you had a bad week Auntie Wendy, but snap out of it! Cuteness! Right here in front of your face!
Me: Just promise me you won't grow up and be a bitch to anyone who works in the service industries.
Lemon Drop: Um, do they teach that in preschool?
Me: I'm beginning to feel that way.....
Lemon Drop: There, there Auntie Wendy. Don't be such a mopey sad sack. Tell me about the books you read last month. Aren't you always telling me that books make everything all better?
Title links take you to full reviews
Louder Than Love by Jessica Topper - Contemporary romance with heavy women's fiction overtones, Berkley, 2013, Grade = C-
- Librarian heroine still grieving for dead husband meets and falls for a former heavy metal rock god. What was a good idea on paper gets bogged down with wispy conflict and too much internal monologue'ing. But the parts that are good, are really good (the music "stuff" especially).
- Typical anthology, which is to say I found it to be a mixed back. Read it for the Willingham story, which was the best in the bunch (although the Brisbin fell into my "OK" range).
- The read of the month. Hero and heroine meet on the Brooklyn Bridge - where they've both come to commit suicide. Just trust me on this one. Click on the title link and read my review.
- Heroine determined to leave her white trash past behind gets all spun up by the hero, a Small Town Bad Boy.
- Compelling historical western, but the more I think about the writing the more ticked off I get. Oh, and Rosie? You still haven't blogged.
- Single father with bone cancer falls for nurse/grief counselor. A debut with some uneven moments, but a solid emotional core.
- Heroine looking for answers about her past falls for the injured Coast Guard pilot who lives next door. The first in a small town contemporary series, cute with an undercurrent of angst.
Me: Yeah, I guess I do. Although having a Harlequin Presents Greek tycoon sweep me off my feet would probably make everything really, really all better.
Lemon Drop: Ahem, Uncle My Man. Remember him?
Me: He's no tycoon. And he's Irish. If Harlequin has taught me anything it's that all tycoons are either Greek, Italian or Sicilian.
Lemon Drop: You need help Auntie Wendy. You should go read another romance novel. And maybe down another glass of fermented grapes while you're at it.....
Me: Don't mind if I do!