Kait ✨
Written on Jul 25, 2016
“On her left was the head of auburn hair, attached to a petite frame wearing a checkered black shirt and black jeans with matching combat boots. Mia couldn’t make out her face, as it was bowed down, almost hiding from the sunlight. Pulling up the rear was a hulking bouncer type in a bad leather jacket and an equally unfortunate expression. Mia guessed this was the bodyguard. As the doorbell chimed, she moved at what felt like the speed of molasses to answer.”
Head of auburn hair? Bad leather jacket? Equally unfortunate expression? This description is so heavy-handed, and is just one of many unfortunate passages in this book.
“The next morning Mia awakened to the unceremonious clanging of pots and pans. She dashed out her door with a quickening pulse, afraid of discovering an intruder.”
She heard pots and pans banging and immediately assumed intruder? What kind of intruder would cook in your kitchen, other than the kind you shouldn’t be scared of as Mia was (e.g. sister)?
I give up on this. It’s not often I don’t finish a book, but I can’t take any more nonsense.