Reviewed:"The Harlequin" by Lauren K. Hamilton

My husband and GOAM wondered why the hell I even picked this book up to read as I've trashed the author at least three times before.

Well, Shelfari struck. I got suckered into the hype from other readers.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The other reason why I started reading it is because Ms. Hamilton is writing a companion graphic series (READ: comic) that goes back to the roots of the series. It reminded me how much I enjoyed reading the earlier stuff. She also started explaining how she met Edward in an offshoot comic series. I was hoping Ms. Hamilton would realize that it was much more fun to write story than porn.

I was wrong.

I've come to realize that Ms. Hamilton is a lazy writer. Porn is easy to write. Story is not. Unfortunately, Ms. Hamilton chooses to not write story.

The Harlequin stated off promising. Anita was in her office and it looked like there actually was going to be some action to the story. But then - da-da-dum - she went to the Circus of the Damned. Well, as soon as Anita goes there, we might as well keep turning the pages till we actually see story because the Circus of the Damned is just a big plot hole for Hamilton to just write porn.

Buh.

Never. Ever. Again.

And this time I mean it.