Same story, a different point of view. Or maybe it is just me who does not understand the meaning of love, or reading the same love story over and over again. Here is another romance book reviewed.
I was reading a romance book and felt nothing. Maybe I have a problem or maybe it was not such a big deal as they said. Here’s what impressed the whole world but me not so much.
Was she really just the widow? Was its suspense and thriller just a promise?
A trip where the protagonists are creating secrets while revealing the older ones. Every accident has an explanation, every secret has a motif. And the new ones are just inevitable.
You only need one shoe to tell more than 10 stories. But is it enough? Vincent Delecroix – La chaussure sur le toit reviewed.