Top critical review
4 July 2015
What a load of baby sitters club bulls***. What kind of lamebrain is interested, entertained let alone turned on by this? Capital B for boring. I've been more captivated reading the walls of public toilets. Ending particularly s***. No redeeming quality other than a paper thin dribble of a plot that time again proves your ability to guess what happens next. Felt compelled to read in order to judge for myself. Can now formally say, from a place of authority, that this book is a yawn, a joke, about as sexy as your uncle dancing at a wedding. P.S. Buy a thesaurus!