Saturday, 22 November 2014

Review: Bah, Humbug by Heather Horrocks

Lexi Anderson is an up-and-coming, Martha Stewart-type TV hostess whose two kids love the Jared Strong adventure novels, which happen to be written by their new neighbor, Kyle Miller.
For the first time in his writing career, Kyle has writer's block - until he sees the snowman on his lawn and realizes this is the perfect place for his villain to hide the weapon. He digs into the snowman to discover two things: the weapon fits int he body just under the head, and the snowman was supposed to be the back drop for Lexi's next show.
From this improbable beginning comes friendship. Can there be more for a woman who is afraid to get close again and a man who has shadows from his childhood?
Families join together and hearts are healed as this couple goes walking in a winter wonderland.

Kindle Edition, A Romantic Comedy Novella, 96 pages
Published September 9th 2011 by Word Garden Press
Terri's Thoughts
I was looking for a cute holiday read that did not require a lot of commitment when I stumbled across this story as a free download on Amazon.
This story was exactly what I was looking for.  A light short read that truly captured the feel and spirit of the holidays.  It had the perfect recipe of romance, cute kids, snow and holiday festivities to meet my needs.  Lexie and Kyle were both characters that you had no choice but to like from the very beginning.  The entire story brought a smile to my face.
The ending was a little syrupy for my liking however what is one to expect from this kind of read.  It still put me in the holiday spirit.
When trying to think of the right words to capture for this story I came across Horrocks thank you note at the end.  She managed to capture it so I am going to repeat it here.  I hope she doesn't mind.
It was a light hearted, humorous, chick-flick-in-a-book story that allows people to curl up with a good book for an afternoon.  Well said Horrock, I do not think I need to say more.

About the Author

I’m an author who had a somewhat unorthodox upbringing. I was raised in South America and the Middle East, and wrote my first stories as a teenager in Kuwait, where my sister and I proved it really is hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. I wrote my first novel in three months on a typewriter when I was 21, I used every romance cliché possible (including amnesia — need I say more?), and never rewrote anything, which is why it’s so much fun to pull it out occasionally when I need a good laugh. I wrote sporadically until my youngest child (who is now 18) was two, when I decided it was time to either actually start writing, or to stop saying I was a writer. So I took a class and started doing the scary things that writing requires. Now I’ve written about twelve novels and several children’s books.

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