Succubus In The City
Oh, and I tried to read Succubus In The City by Nina Harper, and my advice to you is this: don’t do it! Not unless you’re into designer name-dropping in every other sentence, NYC native snobbery and vapid, catty characters. Harper seems to be going for “Sex and the City” with a weird demonic twist, but it just comes off as obnoxious.
After about 70 pages, I rolled my eyes in disgust and gave up, but I think the basic premise is this: Lily is an immortal sex demon whose job it is to lure men into cavorting with her, and when they do, they combust. But then some private investigator — the well-dressed romantic interest-to-be, I’m sure — shows up and throws off her groove. That’s about as far as the plot advanced, because much of the first seventy pages are filled with commentary on so-and-so’s Jimmy Choos or someone else’s Armani suit.
I’ll admit that I enjoy the occasional fluffy chick lit, but this book doesn’t feel like it has any substance at all. The enormous bosom on the book’s cover should have been more of a warning sign.
Comments
Comment from zibilee
Time February 4, 2009 at 12:33 pm
This one sounds like one to stay away from. Far, far way. Thanks for the heads up!
Comment from Andrea
Time January 31, 2009 at 9:38 am
Ugh, sounds pretty awful.