Morren Aconite

Life completely got away from me this spring, so, as much as I wanted to, I barely read anything. Here are the few books I’d managed to finish.

Soft Core, Brittany Newell

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‘I wondered how defective he would have to be to choose me as his partner.’

A well-written story of a young stripper who has to deal with the inexplicable disappearance of her ex-boyfriend. It’s one of those books about lost, confused, and messed up women that I love.

Sky Daddy, Kate Folk

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A wild ride (flight?) of a book. The main character is sexually attracted to planes. That’s it. That’s all I’m going to say about this one.

The Close-Up, Pip Drysdale

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‘My dreams have bloodied claw marks on them, I want them so much.’

A sad case when the book description is more interesting than the book itself. It was fine, though.

Count My Lies, Sophie Stava

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I found this thriller lacking in both substance and intrigue. On top of that, by the end, it devolved into an impressively far-fetched mess.