Review: Fifty shade of silly
Rating: 1 out of 5
Date: 01 15, 2014
A quirky read, but definitely fluffy escape fiction. She's Gotta Be Mine (formerly Sex and the Serial Killer) is not exactly a poignant story. When mousy-haired Roberta Jones Spivey's husband Warren has a mid-life crisis and runs off with his high school sweetheart, Roberta bucks her traces, and has a bimbo makeover replete with a name change to Bobbie and  then she regresses back to being a teenager. The ditz has a fling with next door neighbor Nick, who is a bad boy with a past--a painter-cum-potential-serial-killer.The murder mystery portion of the story is quite good, but unfortunately it's dressed in a chick clit lit thong. The story doesn't know what it wants to be when it grows up. The author (or her alter ego) doesn't seem to have much depth or life experience, and the writing suffers from it. How do you spell clichéd? Tedious "erotic" bits ramble on for pages and are awful. Fifty shades of graphic crap.WHO is her audience? Teenagers might enjoy this book--except for the fact that Bobbie, the protagonist with her perky boobs, and amazing butt, is pushing 40, not twenny-something. I wanted to kick the tiresome, immature Bobbie to the curb. Can't believe Skully won awards for this. Fortunately few grey cells were displaced in the process but I needed to gargle and rinse my eyes out after reading it.