Mills & Boon Cherish
Timestamp: Nov 12
Things I might actually remember about this one:
Frankly, not a lot. I found it all sort of low-key; cosy, but forgettable. Possibly this might be because I’m still coming down off the giddy high of that last thing I read.
Also it’s one of those romances where the heroine is sensible because she has a child to raise on her own, which I’m sure is realistic, but isn’t particularly thrilling to read about.
There was a snowstorm in the beginning, which I usually go for, but no one got dramatically snowed in or anything, so meh.
The hero had amnesia, but even that is treated so sensibly that I couldn’t get enthused. I like my improbable soap opera elements to be semi-hysterical and improbable and dramatic, damn it.
Because the heroine is the social worker that the hospital assigns to him, the beginning is vaguely medical, but that amounts to nothing more than “they keep running into friends of hers who are nurses or doctors.”
I bought this for the cover, which is pink and gorgeous, and then I ended up in a frothing rage for a moment when I hit the line that made it painfully clear that the cover photo had nothing to do with the story. Look at that photo. Now read this:
Her dark hair hung loose to her shoulders in a sleek bob, and her amber-colored eyes were focused on the chart in her hand.
Now look at the cover again. Is that not irritating?
Anyway. When my husband saw the title he remarked that it put him in mind of unclaimed corpses. To be honest that would have been a more interesting read.
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