Title: Bland, bland, bland...
Product review: I'm a big Lisa Kleypas fan, and I was really disappointed with this book. Too much psychobabble (which is especially offensive in an era before Freud was born), too many standard cliches and plot devices, and a plethora of cardboard characters guarantee a must-yawn read. The prequel to this, Somewhere I'll Find You, is even worse. Skip this one, folks; for Kleypas's best works, try Only With Your Love, Then Came You, Dreaming Of You or Midnight Angel. However, despite the book's many flaws, it's still a Kleypas and therefore readable--barely. It's not overtly offensive, just really bland and kind of silly.
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