BoatGirl’s #CBR4 Review #32: Oceans of Fire by Christine Feehan
Ye holy gods and goddesses above, what a craptastic book. Don’t read it. That is my best advice to you.
I started reading it because it was supposed to be about magic and Northern California and dolphins and the ocean, all things that are awesome. But the lead characters are a whiny, dumb twit who would be an embarrassment to science and her love interest, an obnoxious, dictatorial, unpleasant Russian spy. I only kept reading because it was the only book I had with me on the commute home. Then, I figured I got this far, I may as well finish it so I can include it as a Cannonball Read book.
But no one else should because it really sucked.
So, there are these 7 sisters, the daughters of a 7th sister etc, and they are all magic in different complementary ways and totally gorgeous. One’s a model, one’s a rock star, one’s an internationally renowned marine biologist, they’re all special snowflakes. But instead of being women you want to hang out with, they’re all deeply insecure and dull and codependent. They’ve returned to their childhood home in NorCal because two of them are getting married (who knows which two, even their fiancés probably couldn’t distinguish them, much less the reader). The heroine’s ex shows up because he’s a Russian Interpol/spy chasing a ring of Russian art smugglers or maybe they’re drug smugglers and then it turns out there’s a dirty bomb and terrorists and the magic sisters have to stand on their balcony and help foil the plot and get the marine biologist sister back together with the spy.
Look, I read the damn book, you don’t have to.
lol! Sounds like you bit a bullet.