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Here we are at the final individual novella in the Shooting Stars mini-series. These books have provided me with an easy escape from the tail-end of summer. Thus, I can admit that I’ve enjoyed hate-reading them. So let’s take one last deep-dive review into a hastily-plotted V.C. Andrews novel, Honey. IN HER MUSIC, SHE FOUND SWEET SALVATION Honey grew up on a farm under her strict, fanatically religious grandfather’s disapproving...
We’re getting into the thick of the Shooting Stars mini-series, so if you haven’t checked out the first two books, Cinnamon and Ice, make sure you do! So let’s dive into my review of Rose, which promises a truer return to typical V.C. Andrews form. Here’s a look at the synopsis: WHEN SHE DANCED, SHE COULD DREAM… Beautiful and talented, Rose was the apple of her father’s eye. But when...
After reading Cinnamon, I can’t say that my expectations for the Shooting Stars mini-series were heightened any more than they were going in, but alas, considering that I got four of the five books in the series at the same thrift store (score!) for 50 cents a book, I basically have to commit. Ice is the second book in the series. Will it be any better? Let’s find out! ICE...
Now, I know that I published my Dawn review last week. Normally I’d work through an entire series in order but I couldn’t get my hands on a copy of Secrets of the Morning right away. I did, however, find all four first books in the Shooting Stars mini-series. So let’s give the Cutler Series a bit of a break while we blast through Shooting Stars. CINNAMON LOVES THE SHADOWS,...
A few weeks back I spent the day with the kids at my mom’s place for some nostalgia. We did some thrift store shopping just I did so frequently in my teens. This was the only V.C. Andrews book in the entire store, thankfully the first in a series, so I bought it and dug right in for my late summer reading. This adventure led me to start my new...
I’m a little ashamed to admit that got into VC Andrews late into the game. The dog-eared paperbacks frequented the shelves of the thrift stores I visited as a kid. So inviting. So tantalizing. A pretty girl’s face peeked through the keyhole on every cover, and then you’d open it to the stepback page behind it that revealed a horrified-looking family. Always a girl. Always a boy seductively looking at...
As I’ve mentioned in my last completed book post, I’ve been spending more of my time lost between pages. And when I mean pages, I mean actual, physical pages. Returning to books has rekindled a love of reading I never really thought I’d regain in my adult life. Who knew I just needed to set a little more time to read? This year, in particular, has really boosted things, especially...
Like many, I was lured into the dark world of Gillian Flynn via 2012’s Gone Girl. I quickly devoured her other two novels: Dark Places was good, but Sharp Objects was something magical. It’s not often that I come across a book that checks off every guilty pleasure on my list. Sharp Objects had a mystery, a damaged but interesting protagonist, some absolute darkness, a dash of sexiness and a little...
I spent a lot of my teenage years with my face between book pages, but as I’ve traversed through my adulthood I’ve had a lot less time to read. Being a writer, though, I know that reading is pretty much half of my job, so over the last few years I’ve really tried to read more dang books (usually before bed, and usually until I pass out). I’ve also gone...