Since the whole thing started when I said that there’s not enough groveling at the end of Boomerang, it was obvious that it would be the inaugural selection for #RomancelandiaMovieNight. 1
Trigger warning for a discussion of suicide (by the characters) that is…not good. Really not good.
(Note: this review has been in my drafts for about three years; I’m using the process of cleaning it up to a publishable state to try and get back into reviewing, for I’ve read a few really good books lately that I’d love to rave about, but I’m struggling to put book thoughts down into something coherent, let alone readable.)
"A review is at its heart the expression of the reviewer’s opinion–in this case, my opinion. Regardless of how the book in question ended up in my hands, I will not insult your intelligence by assuming that you will blindly buy any book I like, or that you’ll avoid reading any book I don’t like. Instead, I’ll give you credit for making up your own mind, and buying and/or reading whatever you think you’ll enjoy."
Please be aware that some of the books I review, talk about, or plain mention in passing, in this blog, have been given to me by the author, or someone else on behalf of the author, with the express purpose that I review them. (Those reviews are tagged ARC or review copy.)
Her Hands, My Hands 