This is the second and last, I'm sorry to say. I got through the first one because of the novelty. However, when I found myself telling myself the tired, Catskills-esque jokes during the stagey pregnant pauses, I decided to stop trying.
Been 15 years older, I think.
None, but I would clarify the qualities of the main character, Mike. I was tossed between thinking he was a nerdy, obsessive type who is terminally scared of his wife and the ex-Marine with lots of handy skills...a WHINEY ex-Marine. Ended up dizzy, instead of interested.
The concept is interesting, a nice twist on the usual, but if you're too far past teenage perspective, either in body or mind, this is probably not for you. Final straw? Listing two men kissing as more repulsive than zombie grossness. It was the final touch of the frat house for me. All the women are pretty helpless or seductive, yet the husband is terrified of the wife. The boys are all good with a gun, the girls can't drive an automatic transmission and Mom mangles the stick shift. So much for the 21st century!
I probably will skip the next book because while the storyline is inventive and interesting, sadly the writing is sophomoric. Maybe younger readers live from one "breathless" experience to the next, but those of us with a few years and lots of reading behind us need more from our characters. And I agree that this is absolutely a romance novel wearing a supernatural costume. However, I also read good romance novels and this isn't in that category either. No one does time-traveling historical romance better than Diana Gabaldon, so anyone looking for good bones and great research should try her books. I still don't understand why a 1,500 year old spectacularly handsome, rich and deeply experienced guy would be interested in a 20-something kid who continues to make decisions that are frankly just plain silly...even if she is the most gifted witch born in centuries. THAT'S the biggest bit of suspended disbelief called for while reading this book.
As editor, I would have redlined much of the descriptive, atmospheric prose and suggested that Harkness bring it up a few levels. Those passages stuck out to me as if I was listening to the writer write, always a jarring experience.
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