I hate the five-star rating scale sometimes. What does each rating even mean? And what exactly do you give a book that’s barely okay in writing and plot-wise is “not that bad” and occasionally interesting, adding up to a an overwhelming sense of meh?
Two, you give it two stars. And let me tell you why.
“The basic premise of book 2 is “one and a half angels and a dog go on a road trip.” Junky hijinks ensue.”
I want this to be a really bad movie that I would watch eight times. Preferably with Tom Hiddleston.
Oh, and the dog talks. Hiddles would so be the stoic full angel whose cold, statuesque exterior is slowly warmed by the ever presence of his man friend, the taste of French fries, and the shared goal of saving the half breeds.