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Finger Lickin' Fifteen (Stephanie Plum Series #15)by Janet Evanovich
Recipe for disaster: Celebrity chef Stanley Chipotle comes to Trenton to participate in a barbecue cook-off and loses his head – literally.
Throw in some spice: Bail bonds office worker Lula is witness to the crime, and the only one she'll talk to is Trenton cop, Joe Morelli.
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Recipe for disaster: Celebrity chef Stanley Chipotle comes to Trenton to participate in a barbecue cook-off and loses his head – literally.
Throw in some spice: Bail bonds office worker Lula is witness to the crime, and the only one she'll talk to is Trenton cop, Joe Morelli.
Pump up the heat: Chipotle's sponsor is offering a million-dollar reward to anyone who can provide information leading to the capture of the killers.
Stir the pot: Lula recruits bounty hunter Stephanie Plum to help her find the killers and collect the moolah.
Add a secret ingredient: Stephanie's Grandma Mazur. Enough said.
Bring to a boil: Can Stephanie hunt down two killers, a traitor, five skips, keep her grandmother out of the sauce, solve Ranger's problems and not jump his bones?
Warning: Janet Evanovich's Finger Lickin' Fifteen is habanero hot. So good you'll want seconds.
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“Evanovich writes with flair in an absurdist vein that her imitators can only envy.” The New York Times
“Evanovich dishes up her usual mixture of shoot-'em-up action (numerous cars explode) and quirky characters (notably a neighborhood flasher with a devoted following).” Publishers Weekly
“The 15th chapter of Evanovich's long-running Stephanie Plum series still keeps the wacky factor hilariously high. Only Evanovich can make the shenanigans of this nutty crew seem almost reasonable.... There are giggles galore!” RT Book Reviews
“Read Finger Lickin' Fifteen for the laughs.” Omaha World-Herald
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WHEN I WAS a kid, I was afraid of spiders and vegetables. As an adult, I’ve eliminated vegetables from my fright-o-meter, but I’ve added a whole bunch of other stuff. Homicidal maniacs, serial rapists, cellulite, Joe Morelli’s Grandma Bella, rabid bats, and any form of organized exercise.
My name is Stephanie Plum, and I work as a bond enforcement officer for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds. It’s not a great job, but it allows me to avoid organized exercise, and I hardly ever encounter rabid bats. The remaining fright-o-meter items lurk in the dark shadows of my daily life. Fortunately, there are also good things in those shadows. Joe Morelli without his Grandma Bella, fellow bounty hunter Ranger without his clothes, my crazy family, my hamster, Rex . . . and Lula. Lula actually fits somewhere between the rabid bats and the good stuff. She’s a former ’ho, now working as the office file clerk and apprentice bounty hunter. Lula’s got a plus-size personality and body, and a petite-size wardrobe. She’s got brown skin, blond hair, and last week she had tiny rhinestones pasted onto her eyelids.
It was Monday morning. Connie, the office manager, and I were in the bonds office enjoying our morning coffee, and Lula slid her red Firebird to a stop at the curb. We watched Lula through the big plate-glass window in the front of the small office, and we did a joint grimace. Lula was in a state. She lurched out of the Firebird, beeped it locked, and burst into the office, her eyes wild, rolling around in their sockets, her hands waving in the air.
"I saw it all," she said. "It was terrible. It was horrible. I couldn’t believe it was happening. And right in front of me." She looked around. "What do we got? Do we got doughnuts? ’Cause I need a doughnut. I need a whole bag. And maybe I need one of them breakfast sandwiches with the egg and cheese and bacon and grease. I got a big grease craving."
I knew it would be a huge mistake to ask Lula what she’d seen, but I couldn’t stop myself.
"What was terrible and horrible?" I asked.
Connie leaned forward, elbows on her desk, already knowing the telling of the story would be a car crash. Connie is a couple years older than me, and while my heritage is half Hungarian and half Italian, Connie is Italian through and through. Her hair is jet black, her lipstick is fire-engine red, her body is va-va-voom.
Lula paced in front of Connie’s desk. "First off, I hardly had time for anything this morning. I had a big date last night, and by the time I booted his butt out of my bed, I already missed a lot of my beauty sleep. Anyways, I got up late, and then I couldn’t decide what to wear. One day it’s hot out and next thing it’s cold. And then I had to decide if I needed to wear shoes that kicked ass or were good for ass kicking, on account of there’s a difference, you know."
"Jeez Louise," Connie said. "Could you get to it?"
"The point bein’ I was late," Lula said. "I was tryin’ to put makeup on and drive, and I missed a turn, and before I knew it I was someplace I didn’t want to be. So I pulled over to look around and figure things out, and when I did that my makeup case rolled off the seat next to me, and everything went all over the floor. So I was bent over to get my makeup, and I guess it looked like there was no one in the car, because when I came back up there were two big hairy morons standing right in front of my Firebird, and they were removing a head from some guy’s body."
"This one moron had a giant meat cleaver. And the other moron had a hold of this man in a suit. And whack! No head. The head popped off its neck and bounced down the street."
"And then what happened?" Connie said.
"Then they saw me," Lula said. "They looked real surprised. And I know I looked real surprised. And then I laid down about two feet of rubber and took off."
"Do you know who they were?"
"Did you know the guy in the suit?"
"No, but it was a real nice suit. And he had a nice striped tie, too."
"Did you go to the police?" Connie asked.
"No. I came straight here. It’s not like the police were gonna put Humpty Dumpty back together again," Lula said. "Didn’t seem like there was a big rush, and I needed a doughnut. Holy cow. Holy shit. I really need a doughnut."
"You need to call the police," Connie told Lula.
"I hate the police. They give me the willies. Except for Stephanie’s Morelli. He’s a hottie."
Joe Morelli is a Trenton plainclothes cop, and Lula is right about Morelli being a hottie, but Lula is wrong about Morelli belonging to me. Morelli and I have had an off-and-on relationship for as long as I can remember, and we are currently off. Two weeks ago, we had a disagreement over peanut butter that turned into a disagreement over everything under the sun, and we haven’t seen each other since.
Connie dialed into the police band, and we listened for a couple minutes to see if we could pick up anything to do with decapitation.
"Where did this happen?" Connie asked.
"The three hundred block of Ramsey Street. It was right in front of the Sunshine Hotel."
The Sunshine Hotel is a roach farm that rents rooms by the hour. No one coming or going from the Sunshine Hotel would ever report anything to anyone.
"I seen lots of stuff," Lula said, "but this was disgustin’. Blood shot out like one of them oil gushers. And when the head hit the ground, I swear the eyes were lookin’ at me. I guess I need to tell the police, but I only want Morelli." Lula fixed on me. "You gotta call Morelli."
"No way. I’m not talking to him. You can call him."
"I don’t know him like you know him."
"I don’t know him that way anymore. I’m done with him. He’s a jerk."
"All men are jerks," Lula said. "That don’t mean they aren’t good for some things. And Morelli’s a hot jerk. He could be a movie star or a underwear model if he wasn’t a cop. He got all that wavy black hair and dreamy brown bedroom eyes. He’s kind of puny compared to some men I know, but he’s hot all the same."
Morelli was actually six foot tall and solid muscle, but Lula used to be engaged to a guy who was a cross between an Army tank and Sasquatch, so I suppose by comparison Morelli might measure up short.
"I’ll call Morelli," Connie said. "He’s a cop, for crying out loud. You don’t need a complicated relationship to call a cop."
I was halfway to the door. "I’m leaving. Things to do. And I don’t want to see Morelli."
"Oh no," Lula said. "You get your boney ass back here. We’re in this together. Through thick and through thin."
"Since now. And before that, too. Remember when I rescued you from that big snake in the mobile home? And what about when we were lost in the Pine Barrens?"
"You ran screaming like a little girl when you thought you saw the snake. And Ranger found us in the Pine Barrens."
"Yeah, but if he hadn’t found us, I would have got us out."
"You were up to your armpits in a cranberry bog."
"I don’t never want to see another cranberry, neither," Lula said.
Twenty minutes later, Morelli sauntered in to the bonds office. He was dressed in jeans and running shoes, a blue button-down shirt that was open at the neck, and a navy blazer. He looked entirely edible and a little wary.
"What’s up?" Morelli asked, eyes on me.
Okay, so I was no longer interested in Morelli. At least I was pretty sure I wasn’t interested. Still, I was wishing I’d spent more time on my hair and makeup this morning, so he’d feel really rotten about what he was missing. I have naturally curly shoulder-length brown hair that was currently pulled back into a ponytail. I have blue eyes that look a lot better when they have a swipe of liner and mascara, an okay mouth that so far hasn’t needed artificial plumping, and a little nose that I consider my best feature. Morelli always thought my best feature was located considerably lower on my body.
"It was horrible! It was terrible!" Lula said. "I almost fainted."
Morelli shifted his attention to Lula. He didn’t say anything, but he looked over at her and raised his eyebrows a little.
"I never saw nothin’ like it," Lula told him. "One minute, I was having a day like any other, and then whack and this guy didn’t have no head. And blood came out of him like he was a fountain. And when his head hit the ground, his eyes were lookin’ at me. And I think the head might have smiled at me, too, but I’m not sure of that."
Morelli was back on his heels, thumbs hooked into his jeans pockets. "Is this for real?"
"Hell yeah," Lula said. "Who makes up shit like that? Don’t I look traumatized? I’m practically turned white. I think my hand might even be shaking. Look at my hand. Is it shaking?"
Morelli’s eyes cut back to me. "Were you with her?"
"Did anyone call 911?"
Lula was hands on hips, starting to look pissed. "We called you," she said to Morelli.
Morelli did a fast office scan. "You don’t have the head here, do you?"
"So far as I know, the head and everything else is still in front of the Sunshine Hotel," Lula told him. "And I’m not sure I like your attitude. I’m not sure you’re takin’ this seriously."
Morelli stared down at his shoe. Hard to tell if he was trying hard not to laugh or if he was getting a migraine. After a five-count, he took out his cell phone, called dispatch, and sent a uniform to the Sunshine Hotel.
"Okay, ladies," Morelli said when he got off the phone. "Let’s take a field trip."
I made a big show of looking at my watch. "Gee, I’ve got to run. Things to do."
"No way," Lula said. "I need someone with me in case I get faint or something."
"You’ll have him," I said.
"He’s a fine man, but he’s the cop representative here, and I need someone from my posse, you see what I’m saying. I need a BFF."
"It’s not gonna be me," Connie said. "Vinnie is picking up a skip in Atlanta, and I have to run the office."
Morelli looked at me and gave his head a small shake, like he didn’t believe any of this. Like I was a huge, unfathomable pain in the ass, and in fact maybe that was how he felt about women in general right now.
I understood Morelli’s point of view because it was precisely my current feeling about men.
"Terrific," I said on a sigh. "Let’s get on with it."
Lula and I followed Morelli in my ten-year-old Ford Escort that used to be blue. We didn’t take the Escort because we liked riding in it. We took it because Lula thought she might be too overwrought to drive her Firebird, and she suspected she would need a bacon cheeseburger after visiting the scene of the crime and Morelli might not be inclined to find a drive-through for her.
THERE WERE ALREADY two cruisers angled into the curb in front of the Sunshine Hotel when Lula and I arrived. I parked, and Lula and I got out and stood next to Morelli and a couple uniforms. We all looked down at a red splotch that sprayed out over about a four-foot diameter. A couple smaller splotches trailed off the big splotch, and I assumed that was where the head had hit the pavement. I felt a wave of nausea slide through my stomach, and I started to sweat.
"This here’s the spot," Lula said. "You can see it’s just like I told you. There was a big gusher of blood when they whacked the head off. It was like Old Faithful going off, only it was blood. And then the head rolled down the sidewalk. It was like the head was a bowlin’ ball with eyes. And the eyes were like big googly eyes kinda popping out of the head and lookin’ at me. And I think I might have heard the head laughin’, or maybe it was the guys who did the whackin’ who were laughin’."
The uniforms all did a grimace, Morelli was impassive, and I threw up. Everyone jumped away from me, I gagged one last time and did some deep breathing.
"Sorry," I said.
"No problem," Morelli told me. "I feel like throwing up a lot on this job."
One of the uniforms brought me some paper towels and a bottle of water, and Lula stood a good distance away.
"You got lots of room for lunch now that you’re empty," she yelled to me. "I could get a early start with one of them extra-crispy bird burgers they’re servin’ at Cluck-in-a-Bucket. Have you heard about them? They got some new secret sauce."
Excerpted from Finger Lickin’ Fifteen by Janet Evanovich.
Copyright 2009 by Evanovich, Inc.
Published in June 2009 by St. Martin’s Press.
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Meet the Author
Janet Evanovich is the author of the Stephanie Plum books, including One for the Money and Sizzling Sixteen, and the Diesel&Tucker series, including Wicked Appetite. Janet studied painting at Douglass College, but that art form never quite fit, and she soon moved on to writing stories. She didn't have instant success: she collected a big box of rejection letters. As she puts it, "When the box was full I burned the whole damn thing, crammed myself into pantyhose and went to work for a temp agency." But after a few months of secretarial work, she managed to sell her first novel for $2,000. She immediately quit her job and started working full-time as a writer. After a dozen romance novels, she switched to mystery, and created Stephanie Plum. The rest is history. Janet's favorite exercise is shopping, and her drug of choice is Cheeze Doodles. She and her husband live in New Hampshire, in house with a view of the Connecticut River Valley.
Janet Evanovich is the author of the Stephanie Plum books, including One for the Money and Sizzling Sixteen, and the Diesel&Tucker series, including Wicked Appetite. Janet studied painting at Douglass College, but that art form never quite fit, and she soon moved on to writing stories. She didn’t have instant success: she collected a big box of rejection letters. As she puts it, “When the box was full I burned the whole damn thing, crammed myself into pantyhose and went to work for a temp agency.” But after a few months of secretarial work, she managed to sell her first novel for $2,000. She immediately quit her job and started working full-time as a writer. After a dozen romance novels, she switched to mystery, and created Stephanie Plum. The rest is history. Janet’s favorite exercise is shopping, and her drug of choice is Cheeze Doodles.
- Hanover, New Hampshire
- Date of Birth:
- April 22, 1943
- Place of Birth:
- South River, New Jersey
- B.A., Douglass College, 1965
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First, I've actually read this book and the review that says Ranger and Steph tie the knot and Ranger looks to his East coast partners is no where in this book. Whoever wrote that review didn't read JE's Fingerlickin' Fifteen. This book is 1-14 with different names and crimes. Well, even some of the crimes are the same. Firebombers, flashers, a murderer or two. Steph loses a few cars (2 are Rangers, 1 is Lula's Firebird). She's off-again with Joe but that doesn't last, as always. She spends half the book in Ranger's apartment but nothing happens, he's concentrating on saving his business. Lula and grandma provide a chuckle or two with bbq sauce and Joyce gives Joe a toxic supper. In summary, I'm getting seriously tired of Steph reflecting on her life and saying "WHAT am I doing?" After a certain period of time in a normal series, a person has to answer that question and move forward. It's part of what holds interest in the storyline. JE might have wanted to draw out her books by keeping Steph 30 yrs old, and it might have worked for a while, but after reading the same book for years it's not working anymore. Save your money and get it from the library.
The author needs to break the Stephanie Plum series rut and give the readers a new direction. The book is the same old, same old. Time to give Stephanie and Ranger a romance. since she is contracted for only sixteen books, its time to let Ranger and Stephanie have a romantic mystery challenge. The chemistry and the laughs are better brtween the two. Morelli and Stephanie's romance has run its course, should have been over in book six. Why drag it on - its predictable and tiring. It's time for Stephanie Plum to grow up and let go of her teenage years. You can't stay a teenager forever in a thirty something year old body. And,no latino man would wait this long for a woman to make up her mind. If the author doesn't want to put Ranger and Stephanie together, then give Ranger a woman with substance. Time to shake this series up!!!!!! If not it doesn't pay to keep reading or spending the money for the books. By the time Stephanie Plum makes it to the movies no one will care!!!!!
This series is way past it's prime. It should have ended three books ago with 12. This was supposed to be a book that had Ranger and Steph together. What happened to that?? Instead we will get Steph feeling guilty about helping Ranger. Same old stuff. Ms Evanovich has stated that a choice will be made as to who Stephanie will end up with. She is making it perfectly clear what that choice is. Since I have no desire to read about Joe and his "Cupcake" I will spend my dollars elsewhere.
The 15th instalment for Stephanie Plum has her helping Ranger, sort of off again with Morelli, blowing up cars and spending time sleeping at Ranger's apartment, while also juggling Grandma Mazur and Lula. The scenes and situations read pretty much the same as in previous books, although this time Stephanie gets knee-deep in barbeque sauce and stuffed into a hot dog. This is probably a book for someone who's either new to the series or who is looking for a beach read to skim in an hour or two.
After the abysmal Fearless Fourteen last year, I was ready to give up the series, but then I heard Finger Lickin' Fifteen was a Ranger book, and I got excited all over again. Big mistake. While there's slightly more Ranger in 15 than there was in 14, the book just didn't cut it for me. It was better written than 14, back to Janet's old standard, but executed just as poorly. What disappoints me the most, though, is that it had the potential to be so much better. The plot of Ranger having a mole inside his security company is largely underused and more or less discarded at the very end, while the plot of Lula witnessing a murder is stretched so thin it tears itself apart. If the time spent on those two aspects of the book had been reversed-more of Rangeman and less of Lula-it would have been a more interesting and action-packed book. As it is, the book moves at a snail's pace until the last ten pages, when Evanovich tries to wrap everything up as abruptly as possible. It's almost as if she stops at the precise moment she reaches the minimum word count for a book priced at $27.95 and decides, plausibility be darned, the book is finished. And am I the only one who's sick to death of teenage geek gamers and crude bathroom humor and male genitalia? I also hate that Evanovich takes great strides in keeping Stephanie stagnant and inept, both in her professional and personal lives, often at the expense of the plot and other characters surrounding her. What used to be endearing and humorous is now irritating and monotonous, like a word that loses its meaning when repeated over and over again. I find it very hard to root for or empathize with a character who routinely internalizes the problems in her life yet does nothing to resolve them. Overall, the book was a waste. A waste of time. A waste of money. A waste of words.
I'm surprised by all the five star reviews given to this book. I can only give it two since it was a major improvement over fourteen and I actually borrowed the book instead of buying it. Either you love that JE follows a formula for each book with the same conversations, bounty hunting mistakes and lack of progress in the love triangle, or you're frustrated by the lack of any character growth, editing mistakes and dialogue pulled directly out of previous books. I also wonder at the age demographic she's writing these last two or three books for. The fart jokes, runs, flasher...etc. just seem a little pre-teen. I don't expect great literature when I pick up a Stephanie Plum book, but I do expect a fresh story where the author has put in some effort out of respect for her loyal readers. What a disappointment. Again.
I so agree with Christy Brooke's assessment of this book. I was so excited to read this installment, and I must say that I am very disappointed. Whereas I have laughed and laughed--OUT LOUD-- at the antics of the characters in earlier books, I found myself rolling my eyes instead at many of the scenes. I mean just how many cars can Stephanie really destroy?!! There were story lines that weren't tied up as I felt that they needed to be. Was there a reward to be gained at the end or not? And--come on--no lovin' in the whole book??? This is a sad review to write as I have so looked forward to this book--now I will read the reviews BEFORE I buy my own copy.
After last year's abysmal Fearless Fourteen, it was hinted that Finger Lickin Fifteen would be a "Ranger book". I think that I, like many readers, were hoping for something new a different in this book. A book, where after fifteen years of the titilating triangle, we would finally get a book where the author would "shake it up", give readers the long awaited chance to see what would happen if Stephanie and Ranger tried "together" - just ONCE. At least that is what I interpreted what a "Ranger book" would be. Oh, he's in there - a LOT - but, alas, it once again goes NOWHERE. In fact, I would say all those Ranger Pages are just a tease, to keep us reading and buying books. In fact, without rehashing the whole plot(?) of this book, nobody goes anywhere. It is the same old, same old - characters bumbling along, my heroine is STILL broke, is no better at what she does, cars explode, an apartment is fire-bombed - yada, yada, yada. This is NOT the Ranger book I anticipated. In fact, it is no different that any of the other books. The triangle lives on. I will have to say goodbye to Plum. I cannot see myself reading the same old stuff for fifteen more years. After all, just how long can this go on? Even if the world of fiction, it has to be somewhat believable.
I love Janet's sense of humor and her talent for putting it on paper! Truly entertaining with Stephanie's bumbling but she's multi-dimensional, cognitive endeavors, love of life and love....ALWAYS A HOOT!! Yet another bestseller! Well worth your time!!! Don't miss it! I also recommend THE 8th CONFESSION by Patterson and EXPLOSION IN PARIS by Pirrung
Stephanie Plum is at it again, in another adventure by the numbers. Janet Evanovich entertains us again with another season in the life of Stephanie, her sidekick Lula, her family, and the men in her life. I read this book in about 2 days, as it is so hard to put down! I have followed the series from book 1 and HIGHLY recommend all of Evanovich's books to anyone who likes fast action and thrills along with the laughs and entertainment. I can't wait for the next installment!
A must have for any Evanovich fan. This book, like the rest, is absolutely hysterical and will keep you laughing for hours. Of course Stephanie loses a couple cars and Lula manages to escape some pretty, dangerous situations with her lethal gas problem. I finished this book in a day and have no doubt that this Evanovich will one day be directing a movie from her famous books. I can't wait!
I love JE and have read all her books but this one was flat, redundant and really only funny in a couple places. Very disappointing. JE is going to have to come up with some new ideas before I shell out bucks for her hardcover next time. Is she running out of story lines? We'll see.
I fell in love with Stephanie Plum and the whole gang years ago. I drove hundreds of miles to have my book signed and read everything that JE had even written while waiting for the next number book. I have to say that after reading the majority of her books I have found the storylines used over and over again. There are blaring inconsistencies that maybe JE doesn't care about but as an avid reader I find it almost disrespectful that no one seems to edit. No one checks to make sure Stephanie's mom has the same name in each book or like in this book Stephanie's mother mentions they will have pineapple upside down cake for dinner and then 2 chapters later Stephanie talks about finishing the chocolate cake. These are minor things that someone needs to double check and JE and her editor need to give her readers a little more credit. I also felt like the last 20 pages of the book were in fast forward and the whole thing was haphazardly put together. The Morelli/Ranger thing is going no where and has not been going anywhere since Twelve Sharp. Is the author just trying to drag us along? This is getting almost painful. I expect more of Janet Evanovich, perhaps that is wrong of me. I would love to see more quality or at least entertaining books from her and if that ship has sailed and she is done writing then I wish she would wrap things up and move on.
It seems as if Janet Evanovich has gotten tired of Stephanie Plum. The characters aren't as funny as they were, the people Stephanie is chasing have no depth as in the past, the story didn't seem to go anywhere. There was a lot of potential for the hilarious interactions of the past but everything fell flat. Glad I borrowed it from the library and didn't buy it!
I have read all of her books (early romances, Plum series, between the numbers, the other series) and this is one of the most disappointing. I highly recommend the early Plum books but stop before you get to the higher numbers. I continue to purchase them in hopes that there will be a flash of the former style but so far no such luck. I also found the language in this book offensive and unnecessary. I am sad to say this will probably be my last Plum - what a disappointing way to end!
I have read all of the Stephanie Plum books. The series is too predictable. Stephanie will have at least one car blow up, her apartment will have a fire and she will have and on and off romance with Joe Morelli. Ranger will come to the rescue and Stephanie will become confused about her feeling for Ranger. Grandmom Mazur will be the comedy release along with her co-worker Lulo. I know many people love this series because it is fast reading and great for escapism. Is it time to end the series???
I only discovered these around the beginning of 2009. I read all of them in a row and laughed out loud with most of them. I know not to read them for anything but entertainment but even considering that, the lack of moving forward in this series is disappointing. Stephanie needs to grow in her personal and professional life. Make a decision about the men or move on; stop blowing up cars and bringing in cross dressers and slippery old men. Each book is the same now and between an occasional shout of laughter, it's gotten utterly boring. In real life Ranger would have never trusted her to be good enough to help him out as in FL15. We, the Readers deserve a lot more credit and bang for our buck, Miss Janet! Send this poor girl to bounty hunter school already!
As one who has absolutely loved this series from the beginning - and used to laugh out loud when reading it - I can no longer support these books. There is absolutely nothing new in this book, and the sense of humor has long gone. The writing is contrived and there has been no effort put into this book. I am so deeply disappointed in a series which I enjoyed and characters whom I have come to love. Now this series has expired. There is no resolution or resolve between Joe and Ranger. Stephanie has gone from smart and funny with many streaks of bad luck - to downright annoying and less than intelligent. I mourn the loss and this is my last Janet Evanovich book.
I won't spend the money to buy another JE novel. If, in the future, I want to see if she actually LISTENS to her fans and tries to write a book that isn't the same-old same-old, I'll borrow it from the library to read. I'm not paying for any more of this drivel. Tired gags, no sizzle...I think she has run out of steam. Sorry Janet, this doesn't cut it. The comedy is stale, the romance, with either Joe or Ranger, is unimaginative..and being a Ranger fan, admittedly, it was total schmutz. Maybe you should try YOUR hand at bounty hunting as a career.
It's a good idea for a story, but appeared hurried. No real character development with Larry. And, please, I am so tired of this love triangle. Pick a man all ready!! Or at least come up with a third character who gives both Ranger and Morelli a run for the money! The book lived up to the rep that all Plum novels have and that's being funny, but the mystery with the break-ins was conveniently solved without much effort on anyone's part. Stephanie's "dilemma" about her life going nowhere is still...after so many years...going nowhere. Finally, there was just no depth whatsoever to the plot. The storyline was just there and then it was over. It was like an appetizer without the meal. I found this book, like her last two, disappointing. Maybe Janet Evanovich should forego the "between the numbers" novels and concentrate on the number novels.
I've read this series from the beginning like many other Evanovich fans. Starting around Twelve, I started to worry about the content vs. the "just another new book" syndrome. After finishing Fifteen in two sittings when I really wanted to put it aside, I have to say Janet is to the point of no return with this series. Same old storylines, more trashy than usual. Even the sexy Ranger can't pull the load alone now that Grandma and Lula have become mere irritations. Just too implausible, ridculous and silly for any avid reader who wants good bang for hard-earned book dollars. I won't be purchasing Sixteen and beyond unless there is a dramatic improvement in the quality of content as found in the early books. So, so disappointed. There is too much competition out there, i.e. Mary Kay Andrews and Kyra Davis books, if you enjoy funny, haphazzard leading ladies.
I have been a Plum fan for years and always look forward to the next book, however I have got to say, things are getting stale. This book was just not what I had hoped for ... but then, the last one with any staying power in my opinion was 12. I am in complete agreement with other reviewers when they say ... end it! End it now before it implodes and becomes a joke. I am and always will be a Team Ranger girl ... Morelli is hot, no doubt about it, but Ranger just makes me tingle ... but it is obvious to anyone with a brain that Steph (and JE) want her to end up with Morelli. Fine ... do it ... just advance the characters and give us one heck of a series end. Then start a new series and give Ranger his own HEA ... I would read it.....I would LOVE it ...and I am sure it would take many books to make us love love his heroine .... I am just not looking forward to any more books where Steph silently drools for Roanger, fights and makes up with Morelli, screws up EVERY time she tries to catch her bail jumpers, rolls in food with Lula, has her car blown up and mooches meals at moms house.... it's just tired!
Another Stephanie Plum Series you don't want to put down, until it's finished. Leaves you wanting more. Can't wait until the next one comes out.
As always loads of fun to read, glad to see more involvement of Lula in this one. Personally I have enjoyed all in the Plum series, nothing negative to say in my view, even if others think Stephanie should be done with Morelli, I think each character brings a jolt of the unexpected and look forward to reading many more.
I think this is her best book yet,I laughed all the way threw it. She is the best,and this is the greatest one yet,couldn`t put it down.