By Eric Fung
Diana Palmer’s latest Harlequin novel, Circle of Gold, is a charming example of society gone wrong. From the purple-tinged mountain peaks on its cover to the multiple advertisements for eHarlequin.com within its pages, Palmer and her ghost-writing cronies make me want to vomit. Or, to use a word of the day, will me to defenestrate. Shocking, really, how terrible this so-called novel really is.
Before you dismiss me as a whiny little brat with no respect for my elders, give me a chance to convey the crappola that puts the "boo" in book. To summarize:
1.) The characters, although realistic in their ass-suckingness, suck ass, plain and simple.
2.) The word "that" is greatly overused. That said, I still use that word that is overused, that can be eliminated that much without that many "that-ing" problems. Scratch that.
3.) The paper used by the publisher, Silhouette Books, is highly stinky and unpleasant.
That is all. Soccer moms should use this book to discipline their children. Oh it’s true. Too bad I didn’t put in the effort to actually evaluate it properly. Chances are though, that my critique is accurate. Palmer, you and Circle of Gold are such suckers. Make that ass suckers.