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The Doctor And The Assassin (2000)

by Lietha Wards(Favorite Author)

3.94 of 5 Votes: 4

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review 1: In a certain type of romance, that of cowboy/ billionaire meets beautiful -shy-virginal girl L.Wards is simply amazing. If those books had better editing (or any type of editing for that matter) I would compare her to Diana Palmer. In this book, she tried something else, that really did not come out right for me. This book simply has way too many inconcistencies and "holes" in the story. The psychology of every hero and heroine is either unbelievable or non existent. It's like L.Wards was abducted by aliens...
review 2: Please, somebody tell me that this kind of crap was self-published! Please tell me that only the writer was involved in the publication of this pile of pig shite! It does feel like a self-pub, since it's full of spelling mistakes, terrible synta... morex, and no awareness that writing involves a bit more than throwing sentences badly stitched together. As for narrative continuity, don't get me started! It has gone AWOL (e.g., heroine, who's supposedly a doctor, gets a 'few months leave' to be with her bereaved sister - I won't dwell on the fact that getting such a long leave for such a reason is entirely impossible, especially for a doctor. My mother is a doctor, and she could only get a couple of days off when her mother was seriously ill- yet, a few weeks later the heroine feels very tired because she's been working (at the hospital) since six o'clock in the morning! We never never see her lending her sister emotional support either -the 'leave seeking/sister supporting' ploy completely forgotten. Just as well, I say, since the only support the brittle character of the heroine would know is that of her wired bra. Yet, all these defects are not the worst offences in this pile of tosh. The worst is the fact that there are neither any characters nor any story in this story! What there is is abstract nonsensical statements about people that you will not see in this book. Statements like 'hero is x' and 'heroine is y' have no referents in this book's cosmos. Nothing of what is stated corresponds to what is shown!!! There's no story either, just stuff that happens to stuff and then other stuff happens, mafia contracts, politicians, the mafia-going-legit,traumatic childhood,brothers, abused sisters, PD detective sisters, stalkers, the kitchen sink thrown in or I-have-no-idea-how-to-develop-a plot-zzzzzzzzzzzzz. There's no attempt to develop any of the haphazardly thrown together themes into something that is part of a story, and which they could help move along. This writer's idea of plotting is to put together whatever her mind churned out (relevant or irrelevant) and hope it'll magically come together. There's no love story either, all there is is a tedious repetition of how good looking H and h are, and how much they admire each other's good looks (lucky them! At last, a relationship made in heaven!). In fact, they are sooooo good-looking the streets rise to wolf-whistle at them. That's all there is between them, a permanent and woeful narcissistic projection on the other (on second thought, that would have endowed them with a depth they don't have), close ups of the constant parade the life of trophy-woman and trophy-man is, as they engage in the fascinating and life fulfilling task of going in and out of rooms. When we are not told how 'gorgeous' these cardboard bozos are the writer (whose voice is as annoying as a broken down fridge humming through the night) has them telling each other how gorgeous they are. Their main topic of discussion. In case any hapless reader missed the fact of their aggressively pushed pulchritude. Needless to say that what mistakes itself for dialogue is a very painful affair to anyone with an IQ above that of the amoeba. I was so bored with the whole affair that I started counting how many times the heroine said 'wow!'. That woman never talks, she exclaims. She does not seem to have a language at all, but, after all, what does she need a language for, she's got what she needs, curly auburn hair and a 'wow!' figure. After all, personality and vocabulary are optional and so passé. Yet, while Wards spends her time removing from her heroine anything that could point to a merely passable character, she also (mocking the reader's IQ) hysterically asserts that the heroine is not the unmitigated idiot we are reading about but truly a genius!!! I kid you not, where we see a complete and utter dunce, Wards sees a child prodigy, a woman who got into med school at 16-17 (we are told that in a statement of fact that is quickly forgotten). You could have fooled me, for she definitely sounds and feels like someone who never finished school(just like her writer, perhaps?). This non-book is so stupid it is a blemish on the reputation of stupid. My advice is, if you're over 14 (if you are below, you must be reading it for the sex scenes, which, btw, are yawningly boring) save your time and give this a wide berth. less

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