I really want to like all the books that I read, but unfortunately that doesn’t always happen. Writing (or telling someone) that I didn’t really care for a book makes me feel a little guilty. Silly, I know, but so much effort goes into writing a book and to have someone slam it just seems so cruel. So I’m putting two lukewarm reviews into one post, then I only have to feel bad once š
The Beantown Girls by Jane Healey was okay if you are looking for a romance wrapped up in a tidy bow with happy endings for all. It’s not like the writing was bad or anything, I was just expecting something a little meatier. It’s like when you are expecting The Godfather and get Married to the Mob. Good if you are looking for a light beach read, if you want more than that, move on. Sorry no picture, I already returned it to Kindle Unlimited so I could get another book.
James Patterson is one of my top three favorite authors and I really hate to give him a lukewarm review but The President is Missing is just not par with his normal output.
I’m used to those snappy little action packed chapters that move me excitedly down the bunny trail. That doesn’t happen in this book, and yes I’m aware Bill Clinton is co-author. It bogs down for me in all the background details, which I know are necessary so we, as readers, know how things work. But in a Patterson book the story line is normally the focus, background pops in as needed but never in big chunks, and I LOVE that about his writing. Of course, I’ve never been one of those people who need to know how or why everything works, I just want it to work when I need it.
I admit, the story was interesting, and maybe if I wouldn’t have cracked that spine open with the expectations of the Patterson story formula it would have been more enjoyable for me. If they collaborate on another novel, I will prepare my mind for what my eyes are about to read, erase those expectations and just enjoy the ride.