I’m not typically a fan of erotica – well, ever, really – but I can appreciate the art of the written word, and when you’re in a reading slump, a Marni Mann book is just what the doctor ordered, every time.
It is inherently difficult for books to make me cry. It is a fairly often occurrence for me to shed a tear during a sad film, but the last time I remember crying to a novel was from We Were Liars, which I read ages ago. I made it through most of this one with my solidified exterior, but let’s just say I’m glad I read the ending at home, because I was a blubbering idiot about ten pages from the end.
The thing about To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is that it is written so beautifully, you want to cry simply because you wish you could write half as well as Jenny Han. She has a sheer gift to bring the life of a teenage girl alive on the page, and I fell in love with Lara Jean from her first words.
I read a wide variety of books. In the steady stream of mysteries and thrillers I admit to reading romances and YA. My library includes books on computer programming, business, self improvement (none of which have taken hold), and science. If something seems interesting I’ll take a run at it. A few years back I decided life is too short to muddle through a book I am forcing myself to read. It may not be a bad book. It doesn’t click with me. I have tried Hemingway, but can’t get into his rhythm, so I gave up feeling inadequate that I didn’t like him and moved on.
Author: Melissa Marr
Genre: Fantasy/Southern gothic/Paranormal
I have never really been one for paranormal books, but this one pulled me in right from the start. Marr wove this story together very well. As events in the book unfolded, I felt as though I could really picture them happening in reality.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about this book. Those of you who have followed my reading habits know that I am one of Marni Mann’s biggest fans – I have read all her work – but as soon as I heard that she’d planned to trade her literary hat for a serial erotica one, I was prepared to be disappointed.
Well guess what Marni, you can’t get rid of us that easy.