:runs around room screaming:
EW-EW-EW-EW-EW-EW-EW-EW-EWWWWW!
From All I Can Say Is...

I confess, I’ve been putting off writing this review for weeks. No, not weeks. Months.
The thing is, I can’t figure out the point of this book. Specifically, why it was published. It’s not completely unpleasant, but the story and characters have all the flavor and zip of day-old tapioca pudding. It’s one of those “Oh, lookit the adorable girl snagging herself a cynical, glamorous doctor, and he loves her because she’s so innocent and refreshing and gosh-darn good with children” stories that clog Romancelandia like a particularly persistent species of mite (yeah, still reading Parasite Rex, could you tell?). It’s nothing you haven’t seen, read and/or heard a million times before. So to make it more fun for me to write, and God knows, for you to read, I’m going to present this review in haiku format. I can only thank sweet baby Ganesh that “anesthesiologist” is seven syllables.
“Girl in a Million"--
Only if clueless, klutzy
British girls are rare--
Meets friend’s hot cousin:
Anesthesiologist
living in Holland.
Clumsy Caroline
trips. Pratfalls are so cute! (Barf.)
Hero carries her.
Cute kid smashed by fall.
Supah doctor to rescue!
Of course it’s hero.
Hero and kid’s mom
have a past. Caroline makes
stupid assumptions.
(What can you expect?
It’s a Harlequin, dude. Be
grateful it’s not worse.)
Kid nursed back to health.
Behold the healing power
of saccharine schmaltz.
Nurse saves kid from car.
Nurse’s life at risk! Oh noes!
Will she recover?
Bla bla bla bla bla
Doctor falls in love with nurse
Reviewer’s puzzled.
They didn’t spend much time
together. Brute dullness is
perhaps attractive?
Secondary tale
between kid’s parents riddled
with Big Mis. ARRGH. URGH.
Overall: not bad
But definitely not good.
Mostly, it’s boring.