Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn, another Kris Radish, is pure chick lit with a dumb title. Any number of great lines from the book could have been used as the title, too bad something else wasn’t selected. Anyway, back to the pure chick lit – that’s what it was. Nothing really new or unusual about it, unlike the Elegant Gathering of White Snows which all felt new and unusual. Pure chick lit (and as you know if you read my book blogging regularly, I like chick lit.)
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Just finished this one. I want to like Kris Radish, really I do, but she’s just not doing it for me.