The Collector

There is something comforting about Nora Roberts books. I don't know if it's because she's one of the first ‘adult' authors I read as a teen or if it's because her writing, at this point, is so familiar to me, but either way, reading her books is like wrapping myself in a favorite blanket.

The story is, or rather form of it, is slightly predictable even when the characters are sometimes not. We know that Lila will be independent and ‘fiery' and Ashton will be powerful and protective. We know that she'll have a best friend who is equally beautiful and he will also have a mate who is handsome and can be counted on. All of these elements are there as I know they will be and yet I'm not bored.

Lila's job is interesting and alluring. I almost wanted to become a professional house-sitter myself! The subject of intrigue is interesting insofar as I wanted to Google it as I was reading along. The book is quick. Once I got started I finished in a couple of hours and as always, Roberts paints a picture you can immerse yourself in.

Always a good read and despite is predictability, never boring.

Not one of her best but I enjoyed this book. I liked the art slant and the information about the Faberge eggs.

I really enjoyed Lila, although some of her resistance felt a little forced, but it felt a little like it fell flat in places, and Ash was a little pushier than I like. And Jai didn't feel like a well enough developed villain for me.

Suspenseful - good listen

Meh. Mediocre Nora. She has done the eeevil antiques collector before, and better, in Three Fates and Hidden Riches. The secondary romance is way too underdeveloped to be satisfying, and the plot isn't complex enough to sustain almost 500 pages without dragging. Still a few good parts, most notably the nomadic heroine who repairs things when she's nervous and a surprisingly heroic teacup chihuahua.