All that glitters Book

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD.

I am giving this one an extra star than it deserves simply because of the sheer entertainment value. All That Glitters is the third book in the Landry Saga. By now, we're firmly entrenched in silly, soap like shenanigans. Ruby is married to her half brother Paul, Giselle is still a bitch and is now married to Beau and Daphne conveniently falls off a horse and dies, so we don't have to worry too much about her any more.

The first half of the novel builds up to an affair between Ruby and Beau (why on earth she would want him back after he ditched her when she got pregnant and then married her sister is anyone's guess, but whatever,) and then the pair try to work out a way that they can be together, forever (obviously divorce or elopement isn't an option here,) they have no idea what is to be done and then ... Hey Presto! Giselle contracts a deadly disease. She and Ruby trade places, everyone thinks that Ruby is dead and the real Ruby can return to New Orleans with Beau and pretend to be Giselle.

And then Paul goes mad with grief, believing that his wife/sister is dead and drowns. And if that wasn't bad enough, Paul's mother wants custody of Ruby's child. Actually, I don't really blame the formidable Gladys Tate for this. For one, at this point, she doesn't know that "Giselle" is actually Ruby. And for another why would anyone trust an irresponsible prick (who never wanted his child before now anyway,) and an unstable, spoiled brat like Giselle to look after a child. This is a child, for heaven's sake. But needless to say, there is a court trial, Ruby reveals her true identity, wins Pearl back and they all live happily ever after.

As I stated before, this book has some great entertainment value. It's stilly, unbelievable and unpredictable, but it is still a damn sight more entertaining than some of the later V.C. Andrews novels that would follow.