so the past two days have been largely uneventful and being the lazy, procrastinating ass that i am, i ignored all my arc’s and review copies, somehow getting my hands on these two julie james books, who is apparently a very famous romance author and i have been living under a rock or coral all this while. anyways, i don’t have much to say and thus, you have here two mini review of what i’ve been up to lately.
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
dramarama, dramarama, dramarama and i just wanted smexytimes!!!!!
so the book was alright and charming, if you’re into that sort of thing. i’m not.
still, i liked the humor albeit it got banal and repetitive sometimes. tyler was cool and laney should probably stay away from me.
this is probably my first adult chick-lit-y novel. i am proabably going to revert back to my own age group and ya genre, even with all the creepiness that passes off as love over there. adult lives are just so booooooooooorrrrring. although i liked the part where they played their clients and oppositions with neat tricks, and the hilarious bum show, i was nodding off sometimes because just the words litigation and whatnot put me to sleep. blame it on my father!
i just might check out something about you because ummm… spies? except the female lead is also another attorney. i feel i can really start to hate that word.
i guess i just want a book where this woman comes out of a battle, soaked in gore. all disgusting and stuff. she wipes off her face at the nearest bar but doesn’t bother with the blood on her chainmail-style shirt. then there’s this guy, or other woman, she comes across and it’s lust at sight. they have a drink, resolve some brawls, stuff a rogue ogre or two and go home to do the nasty. the next day, it’s all, i like you. it was a good night, but good bye. there’s this murder of salamander-carrions i have to hunt down. maybe i’ll stumble into you next time, but probably not.
yep, that’s my kinda lovestory. anybody got any ideas? nastiness, while preferable, isn’t necessary.
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
this genre is so not my type, why am i even trying?
but first things first. somebody get a nail and a hammer, we need to fix a plaque in my brain to remind me everytime that an fbi agent isn’t a spy. my brain just doesn’t compute that.
secondly, this book had the word appellate. i thought i’d died and gone to hell. strangely, the other book i’ve read of hers, practice makes perfect, seemed to have skipped that one evil, nefarious, soul-sucking-demetorish compilation of letters. now you know why i liked that one much more. of course it had nothing to do with jd.
thirdly, this one started out better. but some ways into the book, it started going downhill, with mushiness and lame agents. the characters’ narration bored me, especially in the latter half. the subplot with the murder and everything was largely left to its own devices. the only pov i was interested in was the killer’s and of course, that one never had proper resolution.
fourthly, it’s final, now! im going back to ya contemp romance.