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This feels like a cross between Stephen King's Misery and the Harry Potter series mashed together to make a romance.

Meet Emily, who in her own words is as dopey as a potato. She has ditched her job as a librarian in the US to go to Ireland and help her favourite author write the last book of her favourite childhood series.

Once in Ireland, Emily quickly meets the son of her favourite author, and his bulging arms and deep eyes have her in full on giddy mode.

And so, the romance begins.

I'm past this kind of romance that centres silly girls that can't see what's going on in front of their own eyes. There are so many authors now writing romances with strong, smart, logical female leads that I don't see the value in these thick girl romances anymore.

Two stars - the literacy references were fun.