#5 of 52 – 52 Books in 52 Weeks
If you don’t like romance novels, you may wish to stop reading now.
So, I have an on-again, off-again relationship with romance novels. They are a type of mindless entertainment, I suppose; and on occasion, I like a book I don’t have to dissect in order to understand the plot. Other times, I just need a quick fix of some kind; hence, this novel.
It’s ok, as romance novels go, though the characters aren’t as developed as I would have liked for them to be. What I found funny is that, about three-fourths of the way through this read, I realized that I had read the book before and totally forgotten about it. I picked it up again thinking that I had abandoned it about halfway through and never finished it. But no…the book just wasn’t memorable. I figured this out when I read the ending, because while it was familiar, it certainly wasn’t memorable, if that makes sense.
It was a disappointing read because I really liked Joyce’s first novel, The Veil of Night, so much that I emailed the author after I read it, to tell her how much I did like it. This was a couple years ago. She actually emailed me back, which I thought was really nice of her, and which is why I continue to read her novels. I think I have one more of her books on my shelf, which I will read but which I hope is better than this one.
