Blue Moon by Anne Bourne

Blue Moon

by Anne Bourne

PARTIAL REVIEW.  Full disclosure - I just couldn't finish this book, guys.  It's a scrap of a novella, just under 200 pages.  I gave it 100.  And now I'm giving it a review.  Read at your own peril.

2 second synopsis:   The Little Mermaid

2 second review:  See 'Things that irritate me'

Sex scenes:  Hungry yet chaste smooches.  Sheesh, I hate the word smooches.

Fight scenes:  Stupid.  One mermaid gets her eggs cut out by the villian's extra-evil brother - nice shades of rape and torture without the raping.  I think.  They're mermaids, so it's kind of hard to tell, and the whole thing is ridiculous. 

Angst level:   Stupid.

Things that irritate me:  Before I get to the things that irritate me, you know what depresses me?  Bad reviews.  Giving bad reviews, specifically.  I mean, Anne Bourne is probably a very lovely woman.  She sat down and put her energy and love into creating this book, which is a beautiful thing.  That is far more than I can say for this book.

Look, I have a really high tolerance for riduculous plots, inane characters and lousy dialogue.  I write paranormal romance reviews because I read so many of them!  But even I have my limit, and I have hit this limit with Blue Moon.

Onward to the irritation - the main character is a virgin mermaid princess.  A simpering, pretty virgin mermaid princess (SPVMP).  When she looks at Gabriel, wow, does she sure get some funny feelings in her crotch!  Wow!  And a crotch is a new thing for the SPVMP, but wow!  And scary.  Crotches are so scary.  But wow!  And scary.

Gabriel - the leading man.  Handsome, dashing and a total air head.  His take on the SPVMP boils down to 'neato!'  The fact she's a princess?  Wow, well, gosh.  He should probably take her to a nicer restaurant, since she's THE SPVMP (emphasis on the last P).

Marcus and the rest of the cast - I can't.  I just can't.  Trust me, it's not good.   

Overall readability:   No.  Just... no.

Recommended?  Seriously?  Really?  Oh, good God, no.  Not even for snooty ironic fun.  It's just not fun.