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lightreadsLatest Stephanie Plum book and one of those money-grubbing attempts to capitalize on the paranormal romance kick "between the numbers" novellas that don't have canon weight.
Fourteen is exactly what you think it is – I laughed so hard I nearly made myself backfire at least once, it went by in about three hours, Stephanie never makes any noticeable progress in this whole love-triangle life decisions thing, and the single strand of real interpersonal complication tossed out in the beginning gets all but retconed by a sentence on the last page.
My ratio of delight to exasperation has been tilting bit by bit with each additional book, and I think it will continue to do so as long as we're in this endless holding pattern. It's still pretty comfortably balanced, but that won't last forever.
Fourteen is exactly what you think it is – I laughed so hard I nearly made myself backfire at least once, it went by in about three hours, Stephanie never makes any noticeable progress in this whole love-triangle life decisions thing, and the single strand of real interpersonal complication tossed out in the beginning gets all but retconed by a sentence on the last page.
My ratio of delight to exasperation has been tilting bit by bit with each additional book, and I think it will continue to do so as long as we're in this endless holding pattern. It's still pretty comfortably balanced, but that won't last forever.