I am not normally one for chick-lit. The heroines are often shallow simpering self-obsessed idiots, who somehow, through a sequence of cringe-worthy blunders find Mr. Right and stay out of debt jail... or something. But this one was taking place in New Zealand, where I have lived for a while, and I was curious. And I absolutely loved it. It is chick-lit with the requisite blunders and Mr. Right, but it is also about friendship and growing up and facing up to your problems. It's about the veneer of glamour vs. real happiness. And it is about realizing that you don't need to live in a busting metropolis like London to be happy. And about love for Wellington.
#45 I. J. Parker Akitada's First Case.
It's hard to make big judgements about a short story. The plot was OK, but I had no feeling that it was happening in medieval Japan. Might as well have been modern New York. Not sure I want more.
#46 Sarah Woodbury: The Good Knight (A Gareth and Gwen Medieval Mystery).
Same as above. I could not feel the atmosphere. Everybody was so modern.