In this sparkling debut novel, Mary Ann Marlowe introduces a hapless scientist who’s swept off her feet by a rock star—but is it love or just a chemical reaction?…
Biochemist Eden Sinclair has no idea that the scent she spritzed on herself before leaving the lab is designed to enhance pheromones. Or that the cute, grungy-looking guy she meets at a gig that evening is Adam Copeland. As in the Adam Copeland international rock god and object of lust for a million women. Make that a million and one. By the time she learns the truth, she s already spent the (amazing, incredible) night in his bed
Suddenly Eden, who’s more accustomed to being set up on disastrous dates by her mom, is going out with a gorgeous celebrity who loves how down-to-earth and honest she is. But for once, Eden isn’t being honest. She can’t bear to reveal that this overpowering attraction could be nothing more than seduction by science. And the only way to know how Adam truly feels is to ditch the perfume—and risk being ditched in turn
Smart, witty, and sexy, Some Kind of Magic is an irresistibly engaging look at modern relationships why we fall, how we connect, and the courage it takes to trust in something as mysterious and unpredictable as love.
I am so fed up of books that feature a Plain Jane MC who hates anyone with boobs and even though she’s really plain manages to catch the attention of Mr. Handsome and falls instantly in love with him.
This is that sort of book.
To be honest, I picked this book up mostly because it reminded me of that old 90’s movie, Love Potion Number 9. If you haven’t seen that movie it’s pretty is like Amy Farrah Flower played in this case by Sandy B and Sheldon Cooper played by Tate Donovan uses some formula that makes her attractive to everyone. Though, they do it in the name of science and aren’t as socially awkward as Shamy.
Here though, the whole Love Potion Number 9 angle is hardly played with. Well, it might be later on considering I only read about thirty pages of the book before calling it a day.
I have noticed this year, that my tolerance for bad books or at least books I don’t like-since reading is subjective- has decreased drastically. Used to a book like this and its tropes usage would’ve only gotten a couple of groans from me and I might’ve been able to tolerate it to the end but I just can’t anymore.
I really don’t know what it was that ticked me off so much about this one if it was the use of tropes of the lack originality that made me roll my eyes.
Or the fact that a grown woman would describes herself as being ridiculously responsible would randomly fall into a one night stand with a rock star without knowing him.
I just couldn’t…
It’s the same feeling I felt when I read that said grown woman constantly trashes any woman who looks better than her and bemoans about her own looks because she’s not blonde.
And she’s supposed to be a grown professional woman.
You know, maybe a few years ago I would’ve been okay with this but I can’t now. I just can’t. I thought we were beyond books like this.
And okay, I know that Fifty Shades of Puke managed to get published but that was years ago. AND more importantly that was an outlier. This sort of shit really has lost any sort of originality it has and I just don’t understand how it could make it past the slush pile.
It didn’t make it past my slush pile and I certainly don’t recommend it.
Overall Rating: DNF