Tag Archives: L.C. Evans

Talented Horsewoman

Once I start an L.C. Evans book, I can’t stop, and TH was no exception. The title is a little strange, but the woman it apparently applied to was as congenial as the heroine of the other Evans’ book, “We Interrupt This Date.”

The horse part of the story was interesting (I didn’t know, for instance, that horses were intelligent enough to get bored) but the whodunit, of course, was the guiding force. Talk about misdirection. I thought I had it figured out several times until the surprising ending, making me feel as dumb as the TH thought she was. Nicely done. (I wish this book was available on the Kindle.)

Night Camp

Mr. B.’s first book review for Amazon, anonymous of course, for an Indie YA book he breezed through in two or three sittings:

“Night Camp” was an overall very enjoyable book. It had its down points but its up points outnumbered them. It was a fast-paced, quick read that always kept me on the edge of my seat. At the start of the book I was intrigued by the odd premises. I felt like I was in the main character’s shoes with the good descriptions, and a feeling of knowing the settings.

At the end the story turned out to be more of a light-hearted story than a Dracula-thriller. But the ending had its own perks compared to many other slightly-scary stories I have read. Once or twice I had trouble figuring out the order of the words. These are the only notable lackings of this book. It has a very good story contained within its pages. I had fun reading this book and I hope other people will, too. Four stars.

That should please any author. I’ll get it posted on Amazon over the weekend.

In which I read chick lit (and like it)

L.C. Evans is the latest good Indie author I’ve encountered whose work I recommend. So good that I finished her “We Interrupt This Date” in just two or three sittings. It’s possibly the first Chick-Lit book I’ve read. At least the first one I’ve read on purpose. And that was entirely because of Evans’ good prose: easy, direct, and full of gentle humor.

I didn’t realize what sort of story it was until I was about a third of the way into the e-book and saw that I was reading the female version of the old movie formula: boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl. Combined with what might be called woman-finds-herself-after-finally-refusing-to-let- everyone-run-her-life. It certainly didn’t hurt that the woman was a 40-year-old divorcee with a son in college.

But it was Evans’ writing (and plotting) that drew me in and kept me reading (despite a formatting problem of few paragraph indents) and that’s the best definition of talent there is. When you’re thinking to yourself: I don’t read this stuff, but it’s good so far, so let’s find out what happens next. Which I did, right up until the very satisfying end. But if I do it again it will have to be another one by L.C. Evans.