My biggest problem with Midnight on a Mountaintop, and it's a little odd to think this, is that I'm reading it right after Midnight in Orlando. The previous story in this series. The story is already short. Having pages and pages devoted to letting the reader in on each character, and how they relate, and what they did together . . . when I had just read off of that a few minutes before, is annoying. To be fair, the sequel, this story here, while it takes plays four months after the first story, was published something like two years after the first (or a year and a month). Still . . ..

Mmphs. I did not need the introduction of an old girlfriend. mmphs. I dislike when old girlfriends are suddenly thrust forward and dangled before the horrified eyes of the reader. The whole ex-girlfriend was really uncomfortable. Hell, the whole "let's start the story a month before they actually see each other, slowly every so slowly work up to them seeing each other again."

Bloody hell. I entered this with the idea I'd be reading a story about Nic and Susan. Instead I was reading a split story. From their point of view. Involving them but not involving them. How . . . annoying. ( )

I just finished reading this book and am ready for the next installment. I enjoyed this as much as "Midnight in Orlando." I really do hope there is another story about Susan and Nic in the near future.. (Please Ms Robertson) ( )