Hmm… this one wasn’t quite as wonderful as bits of it made it seem.  That doesn’t make sense, really.  But the main character, the sub-characters, the general feel and some of it - was genius… but all together, it didn’t work for me.
Pretty good review, eh?

“Pain is a gift. Humanity, without pain, would know neither fear, nor pity. Without fear there could be no humility, and every man would be a monster. The recognition of pain and fear in others gives rise in us to pity, and in our pity is our humanity, our redemption.”
“Sometimes the heart […]

This book made me want to tear my eyes out.  It was terrible.  Terr-i-ble.
I thought it would be clever chick-lit.
But it wasn’t clever.  It was such a blatant rip-off of Stephanie Plum that I was appalled from the first page,  then about half-way through the author actually mentioned both Janet Evanovich and Stephanie Plum.  Like […]

“I have never looked into my sisters eyes.  I have never bathed alone.  I have never stood in the grass at night and raised my arms to the beguiling moon.  I’ve never used an airplane bathroom.  Or worn a hat.  Or been kissed like that.  I’ve never driven a car.  Or slept through the night.  […]

Stephanie Plum was only funny the first time.  This time the characters didn’t charm me in the least,  except the old bad guy.  And possibly Bob the dog.