I don't normally read straightforward romance novels but I was in a hurry to catch a plane and it looked kind of interesting ... The blurb "Love Story for the Nineties" should have warned me off, but having read the book I realise that this was a compliment to it - in fact it doesn't even reach this level. This portrayal of two young people in love never rises above a Hollywood-type fantasy where two beautiful perfect people share a series of corny romantic moments - including (so help me God) making love on a beach - you can fill the rest in yourself from any stock romantic comedy. There isn't a single character in this book who isn't a cliche and I found it impossible to feel any sorrow when tragedy strikes these cardboard people. This saccharine romantic fantasy trivialises the reality of HIV infection and never rises above a sentimentalised cliche. Not very impressive