This week I made my way through "un eclair de flash" - which i think roughly translates as a flash of light.
We've moved into the 80s now and boy have times changed! Our heroine is Kate - a young secretary because clearly the 80s was too long ago for women to have proper jobs.
By a form of accident that's too boring to explain Kate ends up in the company of dashing superstar singer Luke Hastings and has to stay the night at his house.
Plot wise it's definitely a step forward from the man of granite, in that there kind of is one. Luke suspects Kate of setting him up to get a story to sell the papers, kate fancies the pants off luke but doesn't want him to think she's that kind of girl (which she totally is).
Luke offers Kate a job and she's goes with him and his sister to New York, and this is where the trouble starts.
Kate makes the mortal sin of talking to another man - the "jeune new-yorkais" Steve. For this she gets moody looks, death threats and forced kisses. Now generally my motto is "each to their own" when it comes to bedroom behaviour but personally death threats dont really get me weak at the knees. But it's ok because in the end it turns out Luke was just acting like a violent, jealous wanker because he loves kate so much.....well that's alright then.
What the book fails to add is the epilogue where 2 years later Luke drowns kate in their pool because she smiled at the chauffeur. Probably un peu trop true to life for harlequin.
So after a promising start "un eclair de flash" ultimately fails on the basis of disguising a jealous temper and anger control issues as a sign of true love.
Score: - 5326
A review of "play-boy du desert" will follow soon, if you care. But after that you may have to wait for a while because I accidently bought some proper literature.
Bises
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