I’ve never read a Stephanie Plum novel
before but they’re colourful and popular so I was looking forward to losing my
Evanovich virginity. First few chapters; not so impressed. It read like the
cheap and predictable detective stories that other books mocked wrapped up in
exploding cars and needless dull detail. However, I did end up enjoying the
story and the insane mix of gun fights, fried chicken, sex and questionable
dialogue. I was properly engrossed by a third of the way through and keen to
see how she’d clear up the hat-trick of mysteries in only two chapters.
Would I go back and read the others? Yes, I
would. It’s hard to find light but entertaining books to fill in the gaps
between my sometimes very heavy reading habits. Is it good detective fiction?
It’s great cheap-blockbuster reading. But if I wanted to sit down and enjoy a
murder mystery I’d go for a Phryne Fisher novel.
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