Right from the beginning, Ruthie dropped me in a bar in New York with May as she hopes against hope some kind and matronly tourist from Wisconsin will notice she’s just been mugged and offer a shoulder to cry on and a phone to use, maybe even a ride to the airport, where the fairies of air travel will grant her passage back to Wisconsin despite her lack of identification. It’s on my “someday” list.īut Truly was awesome, and it was just what I needed to get out of the bad-book rut. I wrinkled my nose at the whole serial novel thing she did with Roman Holiday and have still not purchased it, even though it’s out in the full version now. Like any hard-core fan, I haven’t been smitten with all things Ruthie. I adored her novellas in the Strangers on a Train and Naughty and Nice anthologies. I’ve devoured everything in her Camelot series. I loved Ride with Me and About Last Night. What author could I trust to lead me into a story that wouldn’t be too heavy but would make me fall in love and make me laugh and cringe with the characters and highlight awesome lines on my Kindle? If I picked up one more dud, I was going to lose my mind. Where does a girl turn when she needs a good book, and I mean, NEEDS. Generally, I felt like I was critiquing rather than kicking back and reading for relaxation and enjoyment. I read, like, three shifter novellas in a row that I’d gotten on discount from a small publisher, and all three were blah.
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