In which Laine and Meg get an anatomy lesson.

In which there is a lot of talk about Persuasion, which Laine has never read.

This isn't even a romance but we both liked reading it anyway.

We both really loved the show-don't-tell banter and unresolved sexual tension and really don't loved that the next book isn't out yet.

Yes. Yes to all of *this*.

We loved the setting and the characters here, and the challenges felt very authentic.

Meg thought this was a weird and entertaining porno version of Sleepy Hollow. Laine did not.

We start October right with some vampires!

This book is cute and fun and quick but I make a lot of gambling metaphors regarding a lack of payoff.

In which we determine the X Files is a send up of gothic literature.

This book is perfect, wouldn't change a thing. Go read it.

Meg feels like this is a Masterpiece. Laine doesn't know how to feel.

The Wynchester series ends as it began, in a crazy whimsical version of England and featuring the dectective skills of a band of wealthy and socially marginalized do-gooders.

Ben is my new book boyfriend and I will not be taking questions at this time.

We adored the relationship in the end to this trilogy, and it struck the perfect balance between setting and characters. The ending wasn't our cup of tea, but it was very easy to look past.

Batshit in Bed works best in small sections, but Stephanie continues to Stephanie.

This series has been a treat, and this book is no exception when it comes to providing the well-written complex characters we've come to expect. Laine felt a little too much about the heroine to really love this one, but it's definitely worth a read.

This book is so much fun even if these girls are the worst spies ever.

You should know before you read this that it is the first book in a duology.