And here I meant to actually keep up with things. *shrugs* Not like anyone noticed, right?
So . . . the last few books I’ve read have been just a mixture of “What in the hell did I just read?” and “Who in the hell enjoys this crap?” Followed closely by, “Why did I keep reading?!” Followed directly with, “What is wrong with me, why did I keep reading?”
I’ve tried to spread my wings a bit in the reading department. Decided to “listen” to a few of the rave reviews on BookBub and Goodreads. Nearly all the books I read or attempted to read in April were in the POV of First Person, which I just loathe. I won’t get into it, but when it comes to romances, it’s just a big turn off for me and I usually don’t make it beyond the first sentence.
However, I told myself that I was trying new things.
And shockingly, the first book was enjoyable. But it went all downhill from there. Downhill on greased skis with a flamethrower shooting out the back.
Even though the list was long and varied, these are the three standouts from last month:
Stuck With You by Ali Hazelwood
Passion Flower by Diana Palmer
Searching for Heather by Susan Stoker
Instead of the good, the bad, and the ugly I’m going to say these are the What, the Huh, and the Okay Then.
