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I'm busy till the weekend, and it's much easier to read shitty books in class. It's also a lot easier to point out why a book sucks, than to point out why it doesn't. I don't know; I think books I like warrant more time to write more cohesive reviews than the crap I don't like. So sue me.

Ugh. Plain Jane meets the most devilishly handsome man she's ever met, and he saves her from a bunch of...bad things, and they live happily ever after. Well, I hadn't read that before. Just another sloppily put together romance novel about two empty shells of characters who think there's really not much to life other than looks. I kid you not, because both the MCs in this clusterfuck seem to legitimately think so.

Caroline is your average brown-haired chemist; she's just an average girl from an average family. And whatshisname is well, ripped as a motherfucker and "obviously" hot. And yet, they still have time for some over-the-top insta love BS. I'm a very frequent flier, and I've sat next to some incredibly good-looking men on the flight. I've had idle conversation with most of them, but never, during the course of such conversation felt the urge to surrender my body, soul, and undying love and loyalty to them. Then again, if my life were a romantic story in the sense of this book and its likes, I wouldn't be reviewing shitty books at midnight.

Unrealistic as the books in this genre I've read so far have been, this one takes all the cakes. Chemist and Navy Seal thwart terrorist masterminds. Now that would be something. Not. Both the MCs have a very, er, childish line of thought. Case in point, the heroine thinks that It couldn’t be good to be trapped in a plane thousands of feet above the ground with people hell-bent on causing trouble. Like, I'm so awed by her quick thinking. And it is her that the people in this book have to rely on for saving them. Also, the only point of making her a chemist was so that she cold sniff out whatever it was the terrorists were using to control their passengers. Clearly, subtlety isn't the author's strong suit.

As Navy Seals save the day and Caroline gets a mini orgasm thinking about the fact that she incapacitated a "freaking terrorist" by tripping him, I'm left wondering why I still haven't considered writing such utter shit as an alternate career option. Even as people are being rescued after the event of the terrorist attack, Caroline's first ridiculous thought is that all the other passengers are attractive, and she's ugly. Even the shallowest of persons I know wouldn't think that. She also thinks it's a good idea to lie to the authorities about the events surrounding a terrorist attack. She gets kidnapped and tortured and all that, and I still don't think she was punished enough. Getting into more details would only be painful for both you and me, reader.

If I had a penny for every time the word blush was mentioned in this, er, badly written writing assignment, I'd be seventeen pennies richer. I'm too tired to convert that to rupees, but that was never the point of this statement. And yet, even my terrible joke fares so much better than the feeble attempts at humour made by the author. Do I have to make the point about subtlety again? If I have to hear the word drug being used instead of dragged again, so help me god. I yelled at a classmate for writing "common" instead of "come on" today, so know that I take this seriously.