I'm giving up on the Bertrice Small novel. Enchantress Mine became a tad annoying by page 56 when she was still describing Mairin's beauty. By page 97 I'd had enough. I fucking get it, she's beautiful. She a million times more beautiful than anyone else whoever fucking lived and she's only twelve. Shut up all ready. All this painting with a heavy brush about just how lovely, smart and wonderful the heroine is and I'm now completely sick of her. And Ive not even met the hero yet.
I'm moving on to the Joanne Harris, Holy Fools.