![]() ![]() Cast any semblance of routine police procedure to the wind. Out on bail? By all means, nip out to Vegas! Tired of trying to resolve that hoary old love triangle? Chuck in some minor character from umpteen books ago and invent some hunka-hunka-burnin’-love. Not in Lake Eden!) Repetitious cat antics ad infinitum nauseamque? Check.Īnd then there’s the total lack of logic. (In any other murder mystery, we zero in on these details, because hidden in them are clues leading us to the culprit. (I’m an inveterate sweet tooth and baking fanatic, and even *I* think it’s too much.) Lengthy descriptions and conversations that do nothing to develop the characters or advance the plot? Check. People consuming multiple cookies multiple times a day and suffering no ill effects? Check. ![]() Recipes/food item names capitalized? (GAAAAH.) Check. I swear that, if we tried a drinking game in which we threw back a shot each time a Hannah Swensen/Lake Eden/recipe cliche occurred, we’d be dead from alcohol poisoning by the end of the second chapter. ![]() ![]() Why? It’s because we, deep down inside, are horrible people and we can’t resist a good hate-read.Īnd there’s SO much to hate about this series–this book in particular. ![]()
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