Marian Keys is the novelist that I turn to for my fluff novels. Her books are fun, mindless, silly and sometimes shallow and I guiltily eat them all up!
This one was different.
It had the same qualities the other ones did, but this one, whether intentional or not, set itself apart from her other books.
It has been years since I have actually read this book but it left an impression on me. Maybe it’s because I went into it with such low expectations as far as depth or content, I can’t be certain. What I can be sure of though is that the emotional reaction I had to this character was surprisingly genuine and compassionate.
I’m not saying its Pulitzer material, but it’s worth taking a second look at whether or not you have a disposition for “chicklets”.