I picked up this book by accident, when I mistook it for another one that was recommended. It was the typical romance. Innocent woman, bad boy. They hated each other, then they loved each other. It was OK as an escape, if you’re into that sort of book (which I am occasionally) but it wasn’t spectacular.
Reading is one of my favorite things to do. I've always got a book or two on the go, and lately I've been trying to branch out and try different genres (although I seem to have found a new favorite in mysteries). This is where I'll tell you what I think about the books I've read.
Friday, June 18, 2010
What I did for Love, by Susan Elizabeth Phillips ***
What I Did For Love
I picked up this book by accident, when I mistook it for another one that was recommended. It was the typical romance. Innocent woman, bad boy. They hated each other, then they loved each other. It was OK as an escape, if you’re into that sort of book (which I am occasionally) but it wasn’t spectacular.

I picked up this book by accident, when I mistook it for another one that was recommended. It was the typical romance. Innocent woman, bad boy. They hated each other, then they loved each other. It was OK as an escape, if you’re into that sort of book (which I am occasionally) but it wasn’t spectacular.
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