Problem #1 – Why is this book called Carolina Isle? Yes, it’s about an island off of NC (fictional island, real state) but the island is called Kings Isle. Why not name the book Kings Isle? Dumb name.
Problem #2 – The two cousins are suppose to look alike enough to be able to “swap lives”. So when RJ spotted Ariel across the room at a party, why didn’t he mention this look-alike to Sara? Weird and dumb.
Problem #3 – What the …. ? An island where the inhabitants set up tourists to fleece money out of them, ok I get that. But in such an extreme, dreamlike, unimaginable way? Give me a break.
What’s weird is I got past all three of those problems and found myself enjoying this ridiculous book – it was almost like science fiction or an episode of the Twilight Zone. Just as I’m enjoying it, and looking forward to the “mystery” resolved and the couples falling in love and stuff – BAM – cruddy ending.
I liked that the rich and spoiled and sheltered girl saved the day. Terrific. Good job. But to wrap it all up in a “1 year later” sort of way was just ridiculous. And have everything tied up, the way it was. Ack, it went from Twilight Zone (which was likeable) to Harlequin (which was ridiculous).
At some point last night I was looking forward to reading the other Jude Deveraux book that is on the shelf. Now I think I’ll just skip it. Mindless adventury/mystery/love stories I can enjoy, but when you screw up an ending that way – there are better ways to spend my time.
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