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Chargement... To the Maxpar Julie Lynn Hayes
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What's a man to do, I ask you, when his own mother is more accepting of his lycanthropy than his homosexuality? I'll tell you what I do: absolutely nothing. (I'm really a laid-back kind of guy, despite that werewolf thing.) Maximillian Jean-Baptiste Montague, at your service. But please, call me Max. I write a syndicated column To The Max offering advice to the romantically challenged, and I think I'm doing pretty well for myself. Yet I can't seem to find the backbone to stop my mother from setting me up on blind dates of the female variety. Go figure. I do my best to get along, not cause any trouble, and keep my life on an even keel. But right now somebody's rocking my dream boat, and I don't like it. Not one little bit. My longtime live-in lover Richard is coming and going without explanation. Amy Rose, a wannabe lover from my past, is back in town, and she's brought her nephew, Morgan, who is making a play for my Richard why does no one see that but me? And on top of all that, my mother is dating a homophobic minister, and she wants to "cure" me. Can life get any worse? Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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At the same time, it drove me up the wall. Max has no backbone, lets people walk all over him (inlcuding his lover) - and he's supposed to be a werewolf? That, by the way, seemed pretty unimportant in the scheme of things; I didn't feel it added anything to the story. I just couldn't connect to him at all.
The other thing that really threw me was the constant jumping in time. Flashbacks within memories - quite often I had to pull back to try to remind myself where in the story I was and what was going on. I may have missed something here, but for me, the plot was lost in all the back and forth. ( )