Grumpy Review: Finders Keepers by Linnea Sinclair

Finders Keepers by Linnea Sinclair

Genre: Sci-Fi RomanceReviewer: K.F. Breene




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Be careful what you wish for. You might get it... Her ship's in shambles, her boyfriend's dumped her and she's frankly out of funds. Captain Trilby Elliot hopes her luck has changed when a high-tech fightercraft crash lands at her repair site. Finders keepers. She can sell the ship as salvage, pocket the profits. Except for one small problem: the pilot, Rhis, is still alive and intent on commandeering her ship. And another much larger problem: someone very powerful and very important wants Trilby Elliot dead.



Well, I did it.
What did I do, you ask?
I finished the book, that’s what I did. I finished a book that only barely held my interest. If I wasn’t on a break from writing, didn't have the most boring job in the world, and hadn’t already cleaned the hell out of my house, I probably wouldn't have. I was so bored with life, though, that I plugged on.
Go me.
(Can you hear the boredom, and now grumpiness in my tone? I should go running or something to get some endorphin juice going.)

Anyway, back to the subject at hand.
I…do not care at all about this book. It is a classic romance with a deceptive Sci-Fi label. There was space, and ships, and unfamiliar terms, but that’s where the Sci-Fi ended. The brilliance that usually comes with Sci-Fi writers wasn't present. The tension and groin tightening angst that comes with a good romance wasn't present either.
For a science fiction romance, this can really ruin the outcome of the read, let me tell you.
What was it about? Who cares.
All right, all right, I'll stop being a bitch. Jeeze. (By the way, this person isn't Indy, and won’t see this post--I won’t post it anywhere but in my own little cyber café.)
It was about this dude who got caught behind enemy lines, stole a ship, and crashed into our heroine’s area. She saved his life. Then he immediately fell in love, even though that wasn't even remotely his character, and she braved her romantic problems of the past—often repeated in her thoughts—and slept with him. Don't get excited--the sex scene was boring. And then, as happens in these types of stories, they encountered a personal problem to re-create tension. Turns out the dude was Mr. High and Mighty of some ship. She’d gotten hurt by a high-and-mighty-type person in the past. She was a low and slum-ly.  Back and forth and back and forth and just let one of them die so we can end the story now.
But no. There were a couple close calls of death, for more tension, but everyone of note lived. Of course. Yay.
There was another conflict, on a larger scale, but it was background noise and not interesting.
Man, it just wasn't good. I always get really disappointed when a Sci-Fi book is terrible. I also rarely read to the end of a two-star book.
This is my own fault, that’s what you're thinking isn't it? Stop bitching, you moron, you’re the one that kept reading.
I know, I know. Maybe I’m just jaded with this overused ‘romance’ formula. It’s like a cookie-cutter cut-out. The structure that pays, huh? Maybe I should take a note and use it. But then I'd have to stab myself, which is counter-productive to mental health...
Bottom line, me no likey. What a shame.