My review of I Heart You, You Haunt Me by Lisa Schroeder, in verse. Of course.
.
A verse novel
is like dessert.
Not double chocolate fudge cake
or creme brulee.
More like
lime jello
or
custard.
You want to love it
because it’s dessert,
but somehow
it doesn’t quite satisfy.
There’s a lack of depth here.
The message is simple
and the path is straight.
Apparently,
I like more
complexity
in relationships
and characters.
More conflict.
Something
more.
.
Lest you think I’m just negative toward all verse novels, here’s my review of Wendy Phillip’s Fishtailing, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Shawn L. Bird 