Too Much Information is the third book in the Awkward Love series by Missy Johnson. This series can be read as a standalone so you do not need to have read the other books or read them in order. I thoroughly enjoyed the previous book I Can Explain and with a wickedly funny synopsis had a feeling this book would be for me too.
There are not many books I actually laugh out loud reading, but Too Much Information definitely had its moments. The initial ‘incident’ was wrote so hysterically I actually had tears running from my eyes. I’m not sure I could have asked my best friend to do what Laura asked that’s for sure. I don’t really want to go into the story too much, I do spoiler free reviews after all. I will say the story has a great pace from the moment of the incident, to meeting Luke and everything that enfolds from there. Please don’t think this book is a complete rom com though, there are some serious and upsetting parts too and for some this may be too much (Especially if they are going through the same thing). I loved Laura and Luke, I felt after we got past Laura’s reserved nature and Luke bought her out of her self more she was someone I really enjoyed reading about. There’s some great supporting characters too; the best friend, brother and sister-in-law who all contribute to helping this story be a good one.
Too Much Information is a bit of a rollercoaster with the old emotions, the story is fast paced and although I don’t usually enjoy ‘doctor/hospital’ romances this one definitely ranks up there as a good egg! I will say the mid-way to end of the story was a little too neat. Although it did mean that there was a sweet HEA which is something most romance readers want. Over all, I enjoyed Too Much Information and think those who enjoy a good romance or have read Missy’s (Author) work before will too. A 4 stars read, I recommend Too Much Information, after all with a synopsis like this one who couldn’t!
One minute, you're sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the next you're lying in the back seat of your best friend's car as she races you to the ER.
And not the closest one either.
No. You're headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five minutes away is where you start your residency next week.
So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about to examine you isn't young, sexy or male.
Of course he's all three.
Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the single most embarrassing moment of my life.
Discovering he's my brother's new roommate is even worse.