It has been a long time since I have written a review, so do foregive me if my complaining skills turn out to be rusty. 
 I found this book on my shelf, and it has been a while since I have read a number by Quinn, so I though, "Why the heck not anyway?" 
 Good lord. No wonder I subconciously never went back to Quinn. 
 This book is the second instalment to the Splendid series. I found the first book mildly palatable, and Anna seemed like a pretty decent woman, so I was curious to read up on her story (no comment on why my "curiousity" left this book rotting on my shelf for more than 2 years). In this book, Anne meets a neighbour,a surly ex-soldier who walks with a limp. Her possible status as a single-woman, as well as hormones, urge her target this poor poor guy to annoy flirt with. Sounds interesting right? Not really. 
 The blurb of this book hides the fact that there is no plot. Anne was somewhat endearing in the first book, but now, what was once a charmng and rambunctious woman has now turned into a full-blown henwit who doesn't know when to back off. How I managed to stay on is a story in itself altogether. 
 As for dear John - I get it, trying hard to prove one's worth, especially when so little is demanded - and expected - from one in the first place. But good heavens, for all your dedication and determination, your "interest" in Anne just killed my growing respect for you to the roots. 
 The writing was alright, but with a storyline as interesting as that in a bad chick flick movie, the end result fails to measure up. While I have had a few pleasing experiences with Quinn's novels, this one returns my Quinn collection back to the forgotten corner of my shelf once again.