Just finished reading Janet Evanovich’s most recent Stephanie Plum novel, Explosive 18.
Once again I laughed out loud to the antics of Stephanie and her loyal sidekick, Lula. There was the rain of a thousand rats from the ceiling on the temporary bail bonds’ office; the purse snatcher dude who stole Stephanie’s bag, grabbed her car keys and stole her RAV4 vehicle, leaving her at the doorsteps of his house; the same guy stealing her car another three times after it was returned to her; Lula’s voracious appetite for donuts, fried chicken, and her bad encounter with some questionable potato salad. I could go on but I won’t.
I’ve just begun reading Mary Schafer: American Quilt Maker by Gwen Marston.
I have a very diverse taste in reading material, don’t you think?