Death Defying Acts: A Novelization Book

Around page 275 of this "novel" (and i use that term generously, out of love), i had an epiphany. these books are terrible. i mean, like really, really bad. the writing at times is stilted, the plots convoluted, the characters whorish and cardboardy. and you know what? i love them. i do. i love them for their trashiness, for their refusal to be anything other than what they are, for being my newest smut-lit crush.

yes, i just coined that genre.

bailey is back, this time with a new job!!! she works for BUZZ, not GLOSS. whatever. turns out her new editor is a total she-satan and makes miranda priestly look all warm and fuzzy. or something. here, the dead bodies are predictable, you know the bitchboss has to go. the first line warns the reader that things aren't what they seem. and they aren't. but, if you follow your gut, once more you'll probably figure out the killer before bailey does.

here's what i don't get. bailey says things like "i'm going to turn over some rocks and see what icky things pop out" but then when the icky things pop out, she acts like it's the last thing she wanted. also, if she uses the word "soupcon" one more time, i might have to commit a murder of my own.

figuratively.

the saddest part is that the next book is the last in the series for now and i'll have to find something else to fill the gaping hole that bailey will leave in my reading schedule.

p.s. beau regan is the worst name EVER.

sigh.