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.
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