November 25 was the release date for Book Three of Nora Roberts' Sign of Seven Trilogy. Needless to say, I was at Target bright and early, ready to grab my copy and start reading. Imagine the horror when all I found were five rows of empty bookshelves, neatly labeled with price stickers but no damn books to be found. And I wasn't alone...two other women were also staring sadly at the empty display. Take that, Harry Potter!
Three stores later, I was able to score a copy at Giant (hope my new-found friends were as lucky). And it was worth the effort. Nora Roberts is my escape literature drug of choice. Mysteries, love stories, even the trashy, oh-so-awful ancient Silhouette romances; I love them all.
The Pagan Stone is the third book in Roberts' latest straight to paperback trilogy. You have to admire a marketing strategy that basically takes one story, stretches it into three books, and then makes you wait almost a year to find out how it all ends. Sign of Seven hasn't been my favorite series. Yet another battle between ultimate evil and normal people rising to the occasion which was much more entertaining in the Circle Trilogy. But like all of Nora Roberts books, it's extremely well written. Good flow, good dialogue, and always a plot twist or two. Just when I think I know where the story is going there's a little jog to keep me interested.
Roberts' books may be a little formulaic (always have to have those matchy-matchy couples, nice mutt a bonus) but they never feel dashed off. They read as if some effort was made to craft a good story. You know that family (by birth or of the heart) is still the most important thing, that true love exists, and that it's possible to have hot sex late in life. Does a bathtub book require anything else?
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