When I find a book only mildly entertaining, it doesn’t matter to me if there are holes in the plot. When I really love a book even a tiny one bothers me, and big ones keep me up at night trying to ‘fix’ them. This is what comes of writing too many mysteries. I have mentally ‘fixed’ a very important plothole and I would be happy to share it with the author, who is not now, nor shall ever read this blog.*
*I would tell you her name, but I don’t want anyone to think it was a cheap way of tricking Michelle Hodkin into finding me. Also, she might think I’m a literary stalker.