So. I took a break from morbid mysteries and settled on a little romance. Sounded interesting enough from an author I'd never read.
Decent writer. Prolific. Lots of novels. And, yes, a "typical" romance.
But here's the deal. When stupid lack of communication-slash-understanding causes drama-queen over-reaction, the story is ruined for me. Especially when anyone who's lived in the last two centuries knows enough about shall-we-say clandestine activities required in certain jobs also infers that, no, you are not going to know what those activities are because the knowledge of those could actually cost you your life - or that of the one who's tasked with doing the important but sometimes dirty work! Geez. I mean, ever heard the expression "need to know"?
Just not what I wanted from the story. Ignorant, flighty women drive me nuts. So, no, I'm not reviewing this book or naming the author.
Father, please help me to write real, to always glorify you, and to be the one you want me to be which I fail at continually. Please, Lord. Always desperate for you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.