

There used to be a review of this book on Goodreads that I think about weekly: “KJ Charles doesn't get the allure of breasts.” It's very true - unfortunately, it's not the main characters who have the more compelling love story in this book, but the gay male side characters, once again. It's a giant shame because there's soooo little good f/f out there, and KJC has the writing chops to deliver. Unfortunately, this was anodyne at best, and did nothing to make the era feel worth visiting either. The whole book lacked drive and spirit and tension. Which fine - it's very consciously a feel good book - but you need something to make an engrossing story. Sitting awkwardly in a room while a Villain Most Dastardly gets himself killed doesn't quite cut it.
There used to be a review of this book on Goodreads that I think about weekly: “KJ Charles doesn't get the allure of breasts.” It's very true - unfortunately, it's not the main characters who have the more compelling love story in this book, but the gay male side characters, once again. It's a giant shame because there's soooo little good f/f out there, and KJC has the writing chops to deliver. Unfortunately, this was anodyne at best, and did nothing to make the era feel worth visiting either. The whole book lacked drive and spirit and tension. Which fine - it's very consciously a feel good book - but you need something to make an engrossing story. Sitting awkwardly in a room while a Villain Most Dastardly gets himself killed doesn't quite cut it.