My Ridiculous Romantic Obsessions,
by Becca Wilhite
Yes, this is a girl-meets-boy story, but the boy is totally hot while
the girl is, at best, average. (Except for my wild, Medusa-curls. Ugh.)
And yes, there is a misunderstanding, and a villainous outlaw, and a
timely confession of love . . . well, okay, fine. It's totally a romance
novel. But please note, there is no scantily-clad woman on the cover
wilting into the arms of a muscular pirate; I'm not that kind of girl.
I'm
a normal, everyday girl. And I can't understand why Ben — who is hot as
a Greek god — wants to be my friend. Is it because we both play the
guitar? Like the same flavors of ice cream? Laugh at the same jokes? Or
does he want to hang around strictly so I'll help him with his homework?
I hope not because I've been there, done that, and gotten burned. Not
interested, thanks.
But I am interested in Ben. He's a real
gentleman — a true romance novel here. (It's like Mr. Darcy signed up
for my art history class.) Is it possible that this is the real thing?
Or have my ridiculous, romantic obsessions gotten the best of me —
again?
This book looks delightful, Deb. We can all use a bit of laughter and I think, My Ridiculous Romantic Obsessions, just might do the trick.:-)
ReplyDeleteNice change of pace,
Cindy