What is up with this recent trend of me reading books by authors I love and then me hating to books? Is it that I have higher expectations of those authors? I don’t know, but it is irksome and I always feel bad about writing a review because I genuinely love all their other stuff.
This was prompted by my attempt to read Girl Overboard by Justina Chen Headley. I loved her first book, but this one felt unnatural and just not as good. See my post about THE HOST and my review of NAOMI & ELI’S NO KISS LIST, both by authors I usually like…
