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ALFONZO (Alfonzo Series Book 1): A Review

This is another stop on a new slate of reviews I'll be posting on Nikki-Michelle's Spot. Before I ever had dreams of becoming a writer, I was a reader. That hasn't changed. I love to read. A good book can always take me away like Calgon.  Next up, ALFONZO (Alfonzo Series Book 1) . I should note that this book is NOT on Kindle Unlimited. As a reader, I'm a fan of Kindle Unlimited. If you're a reader looking to test a new author, KU is a good investment, especially in this market of....eh, that's a story for a different day. Back to ALFONZO.

First thing first: this series has seventeen books. If one of my readers hadn't recommended it, I wouldn't have even bothered. No way will I ever stick to a series that is seventeen books long. If I don't know the whole story by book three, I'm pretty much done. That being said, I gave S.W. Frank a try because Danielle recommended it and she's pretty good at picking out books, but even she said she was done after book five. 

Anyway, this review will be short and sweet and probably won't have the normal flair I have when giving reviews, but here goes. ALFONZO started off  good enough. I really liked Alfonzo from the very first chapter. I could tell he was the typical alpha male lead. One who had been dealt a bad hand, one who was tough and had to prove it by not showing emotions. You know, the typical male lead in these kinds of books. While, he was typical, he didn't annoy me so I kept reading. (notice I keep using the word typical because he was indeed...typical

I met Selange and thought, eh. There was nothing really special about her other than she was the "finest" woman in the book. Also, it was said that she was a teacher, but we never saw her teaching. We get to see Alfonzo in his element, but never saw Selange do more  than cry and spread eagle for Alfonzo. Also, Alfonzo has degrees out the yayo and he also has legitimate businesses. During one scene, he just ups and gives the street biz to Domingo...whom we never really see again after that scene. Which is odd considering he was something of a major player during the beginning of the book. 

As the story progresses, both Selange and Alfonzo lose people close to them and thus began the action sequence for the book. Alfonzo finds out his father isn't really dead as his mother had told him. As a matter of fact, his father is some old rich Italian mobster who's on his death bed. That revelation was lackluster too. But not as unoriginal as the wife of the Italian mobster trying to have his illegitimate offspring killed so she can be the sole heir to all his riches. 

We met so many people in this book that it kind of got to be annoying. I mean, I almost wanted to start  simply skimming my way through the story, but I didn't. I kept reading only to get to the end and....BLAH! There was much ado about nothing.The ending was so lackluster and jumped three years ahead I believe. Meanwhile, I'm left sitting on my bed wondering what was the meaning of all this? 

To make a long story short, I'm giving this book three pages (think three-stars). The grammatical errors and inability to take a great story line and make it jump off the pages are two of the reasons for the three page review. Basically, I'd recommend this book if you're into those dime store novels from back in the day. It's not bad but it doesn't make me want to see what happens next and the series has SEVENTEEN books! I plan to stop right here at book one though.  

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