Editorial reviews

Is there a ghost of a chance that Robards can conjure up a more believable—and less repulsive—love interest for Charlie in her next installment than the ghost of a convicted serial killer? Sadly, probably not.

“Buried on Avenue B” is a pleasing blend of comedy and crime, clearly suitable for the beach and probably good company well into autumn as well.

Chloe Neill delivers another engaging plot, but better yet Biting Cold reminds us this urban fantasy series is about strong, well-developed characters.

In short, it’s excellent light entertainment.

He has written a well-researched book that uses the clever tactic of making the moral case for ending marijuana prohibition by burying it inside the economic case.

The novel’s secular bite is most evident in scenes like these, but Rich knows how to balance the smart with the funny. When “What in God’s Name” bares its teeth, it’s because it’s laughing.

Hines delivers history on Rumplestilzchen, Red Riding Hood and even more background on our hard core Sleeping Beauty.

This book was beautifully written, had a fascinating storyline, and easily captured my attention.

Overall Thirteen was fantastic! Things come full circle and while there was one teeny tiny thing left unsaid--although it is mentioned once more near the end and in the bonus short story--it was purely fantastic!

A middle-grade fantasy squashes an entire trilogy into one volume

The plot is A+ stuff, involving a vampires dying horrifically amidst the mystery of Sam’s transformation, which casts a long (and narratively effective) shadow over the burgeoning supernatural romance between Sam and Phoebe.

Yes, his book occasionally sags under the weight of his completist impulses. But it's still packed with insight, a go-to text for anyone who wants to understand what Doggett calls "the uncanny strangeness of the seventies Bowie," and the creative process that led to his artistic breakthroughs.

Through remarkably assured writing that manages to be both bristly and brittle, Watkins chronicles despair and loneliness, catalogs valiant fights for survival and desperate pleas to be heard, and every time has us rooting for her underdogs.

The stories deliver more than their fair share of bitter laughs, philosophical conundrums and existential gut punches.

This book was too much romance and not enough action, but if you’re into romance, you will enjoy this book probably.

The novel’s wondrous momentum rolls on with the insistence of the restless surf that swallows the beachfront homes; you can’t stop reading if you try.

With its range and sure-footed command of its material, Rabid covers the ground like an animal that knows just what it’s after and how to find it.

Double Cross suffers from the usual hazards of group biography — at times it’s hard to track who’s doing what, as the deception becomes progressively more complex and dangerous. But mostly it’s a tale of smarts, personal courage and suspense.