Fun House (John Ceepak Series #7)

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"Now in paperback, the comedic crime thriller that offers "a fast-paced thrill ride with lots of twists and turns and good writing from start to finish." - James Patterson
What if a reality TV show like Jersey Shore set up production in the fictional seaside resort Sea Haven? What if hitting the gym, tanning, and doing a little laundry aren’t the only things the contestants get into.By-the-book officer John Ceepak and his wisecracking young partner, Danny Boyle, have to babysit the buff and boozy kids partying it...

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Overview

"Now in paperback, the comedic crime thriller that offers "a fast-paced thrill ride with lots of twists and turns and good writing from start to finish." - James Patterson
What if a reality TV show like Jersey Shore set up production in the fictional seaside resort Sea Haven? What if hitting the gym, tanning, and doing a little laundry aren’t the only things the contestants get into.By-the-book officer John Ceepak and his wisecracking young partner, Danny Boyle, have to babysit the buff and boozy kids partying it up in a Jersey shore rental house for TV’s summertime hit Fun House while simultaneously trying to stop the rowdy kids from breaking the law up and down the beach.
But even Ceepak and Danny can’t stop one young cast member from being murdered - and others from being threatened with the same fate.

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Editorial Reviews

Chicago Tribune
“Thoughtful, funny and exciting.”
Mystery Scene Magazine
“A nearly perfect read.”
Booklist
“This series offers far more than a beach-book romp. Taut and satisfying crime fiction.”
The Detroit Free Press
“Briskly paced, well plotted, and narrated with a cynical humor that makes it a real joy to read.”
Chicago Tribune
Thoughtful, funny and exciting.
Mystery Scene Magazine
A nearly perfect read.
Booklist
This series offers far more than a beach-book romp. Taut and satisfying crime fiction.
The Detroit Free Press
Briskly paced, well plotted, and narrated with a cynical humor that makes it a real joy to read.
Publishers Weekly
The cast and crew of a reality TV show, Fun House, invade Sea Haven, N.J., in Anthony Award–winner Grabenstein’s amusing seventh mystery featuring straight-arrow cop and Iraqi War vet John Ceepak (after 2010’s Rolling Thunder). The reality show soon spills into another kind of realism: murder. First, someone shoots TV star and cultural icon Paulie Braciole (aka “The Thing”) through the head, then Thomas Hess (aka Skeletor), while away from his drug-dealing, Nazi-type motorcycle gang “brothers,” likewise becomes a single-gunshot victim. As a third target is announced, Fun House ratings soar. The show must go on, and it’s up to banged-up-Toyota-driving Ceepak and his wiseacre sidekick, Danny Boyle, who provides a hipper, Springsteen-quoting alternative to his senior partner’s Charlie Chan–like persona, to put everything together. The well-wrought behind-the-scenes Jersey Shore atmosphere more than compensates for some stock characters and familiar plot twists. Agent: Eric Myers, the Spieler Agency. (May)
Library Journal
Police detective John Ceepak and his partner, Danny Boyle, are assigned to the filming set of hot reality TV show Fun House in Sea Haven, NJ. But even the wild and woolly cast wonders about their safety when one of the stars, Paulie Braciole, is found dead in a boardwalk carnival booth. Initially, the crime looks to tie in with Ceepak and Boyle's old nemesis, Skeletor, a major player (Rolling Thunder) in the local drug trade. Trouble is, Skeletor is the next victim. Despite the crimes and mounting death toll, the Fun House shoot thrives, using as material everything in sight and spinning the show's new "true crime" angle. Ceepak and Boyle begin to suspect the producers might be more interested in their TV ratings, even to the point of creating additional lethal action themselves. VERDICT Funny and light, Grabenstein's Anthony and Agatha Award-winning series keeps its winning momentum with this seventh entry. It is perfect guilty pleasure reading for anyone following the Jersey Shore phenomenon.
Kirkus Reviews
How low can reality TV go? Think murder. After beat cops are unable to keep a lid on a perpetually volatile situation, macho New Jersey police detective John Ceepak and his partner, cheeky narrator Danny Boyle, draw the short straw and are assigned to monitor the personnel involved in the hit reality television show Fun House (think Big Brother crossed with Jersey Shore, with a dash of American Chopper), currently filming at the resort town of Sea Haven. The carnival of dysfunction is overseen by slick, sleazy producer Marty Mandrake. Unfortunately, both clueless Mayor Sinclair and Chief Baines think the detectives' involvement is a great way to minimize danger while bringing helpful publicity to Sea Haven. Set at the "Coin Castle," Fun House features a predictably twisted collection of hard-partying troublemakers like Paulie "The Thing," Soozy K and Paulie's nemesis, steroid-addicted Vinnie, known as Skeletor because of his muscle-and-bone physique. As it happens, Skeletor is a wanted fugitive, part of a biker gang sought by New Jersey police for two years. Ceepak's plans to arrest him cause all kinds of trouble with higher-ups. The issue gets a new dimension when Paulie turns up brutally murdered and Skeletor is tagged as the prime suspect. Predictably, Mandrake wants the production to keep rolling. He has the mayor's ear, which means a tumultuous investigation and more killings before the case is solved. Ceepak and Boyle's seventh caper (Rolling Thunder, 2010, etc.) moves like lightning as it puts its cartoonish cast through their paces.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781605984667
  • Publisher: Pegasus
  • Publication date: 5/1/2013
  • Series: John Ceepak Series , #7
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 683,846
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.70 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Chris Grabenstein is the Anthony and Agatha Award-winning author of the critically acclaimed thrill reads Tilt A Whirl, Mad Mouse, Whack A Mole, Hell Hole, Mind Scrambler, and Rolling Thunder, plus the young adult chillers The Crossroads and The Hanging Hill. He lives in New York City.

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Fun House

A John Ceepak Mystery


By Chris Grabenstein

PEGASUS BOOKS

Copyright © 2011 Chris Grabenstein
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-4922-2


CHAPTER 1

He wasn't happy about it, but last night my partner John Ceepak became a TV star.

Maybe you caught his act on YouTube this morning. The video snip of his guest appearance on the reality TV show Fun House already has like two million hits. Ceepak, the one guy in America who could not care less about being famous, now is.

And it's sort of my fault.

Back in June, at the all-new, all-wood Rolling Thunder roller coaster, I met a girl named Layla Shapiro. She's my age, just turned twenty-six. Very sexy, very sassy. Turns out Layla (yes, her parents really dug that old Eric Clapton song) was visiting Sea Haven—our sunny resort town down the Jersey Shore—over Memorial Day weekend because she was scouting locations for Prickly Pear Productions, this Hollywood outfit that shoots crap for television like Hot Dog (an animal-talent competition), Hot Tub (something to do with blindfolded strangers finding true love), Hot Mommas (housewives picking the perfect pool boy), and Hot Plumbers of Brooklyn. Okay, I made that last one up.

Fun House is Prickly Pear's newest, most original creation. For one thing, it's their first show without the word "Hot" in the title.

"Think Jersey Shore meets Big Brother meets Survivor," said Layla when she described the show to me on our first date. Ten twenty-somethings (five guys and five girls), who are "totally into" tanning, gym-ing, and boozing get crammed into a cheesy rental house a block from the boardwalk. Fun ensues. They have weekly competitions, hook up with each other, drink booze, hook up some more, drink more booze, and then, at the end of the summer, the last drunk standing wins two hundred and fifty thousand bucks.

Ceepak's star turn came during last night's Skee-Ball competition or, since this is Fun House, their Brewskee-Ball tournament.

I wasn't there when the cameras were rolling, but Ceepak filled me in over breakfast at the Pancake Palace. Plus I have his YouTube moment on my iPod.

Here's what went down:

Tuesday night is family game night at the Ceepak household. But the first week of August is way too hot to stay inside playing Parcheesi without air-conditioning. So Ceepak and his wife, Rita, head over to the Coin Castle on Pier One to amuse themselves.

Unfortunately, they decide to roll a few frames of Skee-Ball, which is sort of like bowling on a ten-foot-long inclined lane but, instead of knocking down pins, you try to whirl your polished wooden ball up a ramp into a series of scoring holes. You get ten points for the easy hole, twenty for the next easiest, and so on up to the fifty-pointer, which is maybe a millimeter wider than your baseball-sized Skee-Ball. When your turn's up, the machine spits out raffle tickets matching your score, which you can trade in for prizes—once you have like a billion of them.

I say Skee-Ball was an unfortunate choice for the Ceepaks because that same night, the rowdy boozers from Fun House stumble into the Coin Castle with their camera crews to play the same game and, being blasted on brew-skis, make lame "Hey, check out my balls" jokes to each other.

On lane six, Paulie Braciole, the guy who calls himself "The Thing" and is always pulling up his T-shirt to flash his buff bod (he can make his pecs wiggle), is losing to Mike Tomasino, the one who likes to gel his hair with something stronger than Elmer's Glue so he can blow-dry it up into what looks like a very stiff Burger King birthday crown.

In between frames, Paulie and Mike slam back beers, including several cans funneled directly into their mouths via a beer-bong hose. Two of the girls, short-but-top-heavy Soozy K and the trashy one with all the tattoos who calls herself Jenny Mortadella, are cheering them on. I think Soozy K and The Thing are an item. I know they've been hung over together in the hot tub. That was on Episode One, which ran a month ago, the first Thursday in July.

Anyway, Paulie doesn't think his machine is playing fair because Mike has ten times more tickets than he does.

"It's rigged," Paulie snarls at the camera, veins, tendons, and muscles roping in his neck. "My ball-hop is dented."

The ball-hop is a ski-jump ramp at the end of the lane that launches the Skee-Balls up into the ring zone.

"That's lame," says Mike.

"What's lame?"

"Blaming the ball-hop, dude."

"So? You're lamer."

I don't think they hire real writers for reality TV, so the dialogue is never what you might call snappy or punchy.

"Your balls stink, Paulie," shouts Jenny Mortadella. She and Mike Tomasino have an alliance, another thing that's always good to have on reality TV shows involving competitions. Means you can stab the other contestants in the back until it's time to stab each other.

When Jenny says that, Paulie, of course, gets furious. His face, which is already bright orange from when he passed out in the Fun House tanning bed (Episode Two), goes all the way to Oompa-Loompa.

"Shut up, bitch!" On TV, it comes out "Shut up, BLEEP." The Fun House kids talk trash all the time, so their show has more beeps than dialing a phone call to China.

"Who you calling a BLEEP, BLEEP?" says Jenny.

"You, you BLEEPING BLEEP." At this point, Paulie Braciole hikes up his muscleman T-shirt to wiggle his nipples. "You see this bod? I am The Thing you want. The Thing you need."

"I think I'm going to puke," said Jenny. And she means it. Not because her obnoxious housemate is wiggling his tuning knobs at her. No, she's done a few too many Jell-O shots.

She races off camera.

When the camera swings right to follow her, it picks up Ceepak two lanes down, with Rita. He's off-duty, so he's dressed in his civilian clothes, which look an awful lot like his uniform clothes except the cargo pants on his days off are khaki-colored and the polo shirt is white instead of navy blue.

Since I know Ceepak pretty well (he's been my partner on the SHPD for a couple years now), it's easy for me to read the expression on his face when it flashes across the frame: agonized disappointment. His family's old-fashioned game-night fun is being ruined by an unanticipated invasion of reality-show drunks and their ever-present camera crews.

Ceepak, of course, knows a thing or two about invasions. He's a former MP who served in Operation Iraqi Freedom and won just about every medal a soldier can and still come home alive. He moved to Sea Haven when an old Army buddy offered him a break from the mayhem of war with a "quiet, peaceful police job" down the Jersey Shore.

There is no peace or quiet in the Coin Castle.

The loudmouths two lanes down are starting to work Ceepak's last nerve. Since he still keeps his hair high and tight in a military brush cut, it's easy to see his jaw joint popping in and out near his ear.

My partner is a six-two tower of power with more muscles than The Thing, but he very rarely pulls up his T-shirt unless he needs to tear it off to rip it into a tourniquet. One time, over in Iraq, when his convoy stopped in a Sunni neighborhood south of Kirkuk, a roadside bomb went off and all hell broke loose. Ceepak lost his T-shirt and one leg of his pants making improvised bandages for two of his buddies. Ceepak, of course, never told me about his heroic actions; I found the story doing a Google search on him.

The camera swings back to Paulie and Mike.

Mike is hooting and pumping his fist because his Skee-Ball machine just spewed out another long strip of raffle tickets.

"Screw this," says Paulie. He scoops up a bunch of wooden balls and cradles them against his chest. He hops up onto the machine so he can march up the ramp toward the scoring holes.

"Yo," says Mike. "What you doin'?"

"Beating you, bro!" Paulie starts stuffing balls down the 50 hole. The scoreboard dings and dongs. Digital numbers flips like crazy. "Yo, Soozy. Toss me some more balls!"

Soozy K giggles and jiggles. The girl, who probably wore a bikini top to her high school prom, has lots to jiggle. Some of it, I'm sure, is the original equipment; the rest looks like a pair of inflatable water wings sewn in under her skin.

"Who's BLEEPING winning now, BLEEP?" Paulie screams as Soozy tosses balls up to him. He slam-dunks like a maniac.

"Yo," says Mike. "That's cheating!"

"This is Skee-Ball, BLEEP. There are no BLEEPING rules!"

Ceepak is off camera, but I figure he's crinkling his eyes down into narrow slits when Paulie says that, because John Ceepak lives his life in strict compliance with the West Point honor code: he will not lie, cheat, steal, or tolerate those who do.

"BLEEP you," says Mike as he climbs up on his machine. Totally wasted, he slips on the slick surface, falls backward, and bangs his head. Hard.

"Omigod," gasps Soozy. "He's BLEEPING bleeding!"

A camera zooms in on Mike as he sits in his Skee-Ball lane, holding the back of his head.

"He's BLEEPING bleeding!" Soozy shouts again. Then she burps.

"Who gives a BLEEP?" says Paulie, who discovers he can just jam his arm in and out of the fifty hole to ring up more points.

That's when Ceepak enters the frame. The camera is behind him, so you can't see his face, just his buzz cut. First, he pulls a sterile gauze pack out of the hip pocket of his cargo pants and tosses it to Mike Tomasino.

"Apply that to your head wound, sir."

Next he whips out his SHPD badge and calls out to Paulie.

"Sir?"

Paulie, who has his back to Ceepak, totally ignores him. Keeps pumping his fist in and out of the fifty hole. Bells ring. Whistles whoop.

"Sir?" Ceepak raises his voice. "Sea Haven Police."

"Where?" Finally, the drunken muscleman swirls around. One last wooden ball is gripped in his right fist.

"Please climb down off the Skee-Ball machine."

"Why?"

"You are drunk, sir."

"So? It's the Jersey Shore. Everybody's BLEEPING drunk."

"I'm not, I assure you," says Ceepak.

"Aw, BLEEP you, you BLEEPING BLEEP wipe."

"Please step down from the Skee-Ball machine, sir."

Believe it or not, instead of doing as officially instructed, Paulie tugs up his T-shirt again. Points at his rippling man breasts. "Yo? You see this? I am The Thing you wish you could be."

"No, sir. You are not. You are drunk and disorderly. You are also in direct violation of several municipal codes, not to mention the rules of fair Skee-Ball competition."

In the background, I hear police sirens racing toward the boardwalk. I'm guessing Rita, Ceepak's wife, had dialed 9-1-1 while Ceepak marched over to deal with The Real Idiots Of New Jersey.

Ceepak turns to Mike Tomasino, who is moaning and groaning, pressing the patch of gauze to the back of his head, trying not to ruin his up-do.

"Keep applying pressure to the wound, sir," says Ceepak. "Paramedics are on the way."

More bells ding and dong. Somebody has hit a jackpot.

Ceepak and the camera swing back to Paulie's lane. He is, once again, jamming his arm in and out of the fifty hole.

"Sir?"

"What?"

"Cease and desist."

Paulie spins around.

"BEEP you, jarhead!"

And he chucks that wooden ball straight at Ceepak's head.

CHAPTER 2

Reflexes?

Ceepak's got 'em.

He makes this incredible Mr. Miyagi, Karate Kid move. Up flips his left arm. Fingers splay out. Palm springs open.

Boom!

Without flinching, he snags the hard wooden ball in midair, two inches away from his eye.

Clutching it with a very firm grip, he addresses Paulie Braciole: "Now we need to add assaulting a police officer to your list of infractions."

"BLEEP you, you BLEEPING BLEEP," says Paulie, reciting what I like to call the New Jersey state motto, even though he's from Staten Island, which is in New York even if it wishes it could be in Jersey.

"You're not a police officer!" screams Soozy K, rallying to her muscleman's defense. She plucks at Ceepak's polo shirt. "This isn't a police uniform. My dad's a cop." Only when she says it, it comes out "My dashahop" because she's been mixing her vodka and beer again. She did it on Episode Two, too. Fell face-first into some kid's sand castle. Took out two towers, crushed the moat. Ended up with a bright yellow plastic sand shovel stuck between her boobs.

This is when the cops working the Tuesday night shift show up. Dylan and Jeremy, the Murray brothers, storm into the Coin Castle. Jen Forbus and Nikki Bonanni are right behind them. They all got their pictures in the New York Post Wednesday, slapping on the cuffs, stuffing The Thing and Soozy K into the back of police cars.

"Leave me the BLEEP alone, your BLEEPING po-po!" Paulie screamed as he thrashed between the two Murrays. It took both of them to haul his chiseled butt out of the arcade. Dylan told me later that the guy was in such a rage, it felt like they were wrestling with Dr. Bruce Banner in the middle of morphing into the Incredible Hulk.

Jen and Nikki dealt with Suzy K, who went ballistic when one of the female cops dared touch the top of her bullet-shaped hair to help her scrunch down into the back of their cop car. Apparently, her Conehead hair bubble is her trademark.

"You guys make good TV," says Marty Mandrake, head of Prickly Pear Productions and the brains (I use that term loosely) behind Fun House.

It's Friday afternoon, August 6. We're in the chief's office at police headquarters, watching the raw footage of The Thing and Soozy K being taken into custody on a TV monitor built into the chief's manly mahogany bookcase.

"We're gonna open next week's episode with this next shot," says Mandrake. "Wait for it."

We see the two Murray brothers hauling a very wiggly, very wired Paulie Braciole out of the Coin Castle. His head looks ready to explode. "Fuck you, you fucking fucks!" he screams at the camera.

They haven't had time to edit in the bleeps.

"Boom!" says Mandrake. "I love that shot. This one, too. This one is gold." Soozy K's official SHPD mug shot fills the screen. "You see that mascara running down her cheeks? The tracks of her tears. We'll slug in the old Motown tune!"

"All right," says Chief Baines. "That's enough."

Mandrake presses a button on a remote. The video stops.

The chief, who looks like a handsome TV anchorman back in the days when they all wore mustaches, plucks at his lip hair. He is not happy to be having this meeting.

"Just wanted to give you a preview of coming attractions," says Mandrake. He's a big, burly bear with a beer gut who wears a baseball cap with a prickly pear cactus stitched where the team logo should be. Sporting a white goatee, a purple velour tracksuit, high-end Nikes, and sproingy black-and-white eyebrows, I'm guessing he's pushing sixty even if he dresses like he's barely twenty.

"By the way," says Mandrake, "have you boys seen the overnights?" He snaps open his sleek Italian leather briefcase to retrieve a sheaf of papers. I know it's Italian leather because he told everybody it was, the last time we had one of these "Production Meetings." I also know it cost eleven hundred bucks because it's a Salvatore Ferragamo, which, I think, is a very rare breed of Italian cow.

"The overnights?" says Ceepak. "What are those?"

"The ratings! From last night's show!" This from our mayor, Hugh Sinclair, who is a big booster of Fun House because, according to him and his crack team of economists (three kids from the high school math club interning at Borough Hall for advance placement college credits), having the TV show filming in Sea Haven is pumping bajillions of dollars into the local economy. I know the local liquor distributors are happy. The kids crammed into the rental house on Halibut Street have single-handedly doubled beer sales.

"Our numbers are through the roof!" says Mandrake.

Layla Shapiro, who is an associate producer on Fun House, rounds out the meeting. She's sharp, funny, and smart. Back in June, she also helped me take down a nutjob toting a tactical shotgun, so I like her a lot more than anybody else associated with Fun House, which even straight-arrow Ceepak calls Dumb House when the chief's not around.

"Boys," says Mandrake, "'Skee-Ball' pulled in five point three million viewers last night. That's two hundred percent higher than where we were for Episode Five last Thursday. After ET, TMZ, and Access Hollywood hyped the episode, everybody in America just had to tune in to see the local cop making his Miyagi moves."

He does a quick "whoosh-whoosh" impersonation of Ceepak catching the flying wooden orb barehanded, adding in a sideways leg kick, because he works in reality TV, so that means he likes to take what really happened and punch it up a bit.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Fun House by Chris Grabenstein. Copyright © 2011 Chris Grabenstein. Excerpted by permission of PEGASUS BOOKS.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2012

    Loved it!

    My husband and I have loved all the Ceepak and Boyle books.Just the right amount of action and laugh-out-loud funny. I can't wait for the next one.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2013

    Loved it

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    Posted August 29, 2013

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2013

    Great book!!!

    Astounding!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2012

    Below

    Realy? Ok. Sarah 13 and evil shredder princess

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2012

    Fun, Light Read!

    This is a wonderful seaside group of stories, and I guarantee you will love John and Danny. These are terrific novels with great characters.

    But, HEY CHRIS..................Wasn't John's wife pregnant in your last book? Did she have the baby or not?

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  • Posted August 28, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    A Great Spoof

    The return, after a short hiatus, of John Ceepak and Danny Boyle, the odd couple cops in Sea Haven, NJ,, combines satire and murder mystery. Ceepak, of course, is the straight arrow, do-it-by-the book character, while Boyle serves as his junior partner, asking questions and narrating the tale. And what a story it is.

    It seems a TV production company chooses that fictional seaside town to house its reality show, “Fun House,” in which six contestants vie for a quarter of million dollar prize. Unfortunately, the game encourages rowdie-ism, sex, and lots of beer drinking along the way. When things get out of hand, Ceepak and Boyle are assigned to head up a security detail to control things. But events turn from bad to worse when a cast member is murdered and they have to look for the murderer.

    Latest in the series, this novel exhibits all the excellent characteristics of its predecessors: an unusual plot and lots of wise-cracking humor. These are always fun reads, and this one as well is recommended.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 16, 2012

    "Chris Grabenstein's clever Jersey Shore mysteries are name

    "Chris Grabenstein's clever Jersey Shore mysteries are named for amusement park rides and games of chance, so it was only a matter of time before Fun House made the cut. Danny Boyle, the smart-aleck young cop who narrates these books, actually takes his new girlfriend to an old-fashioned Fun House on the boardwalk. But to his neighbors in Sea Haven, that's the name of a new reality show being filmed in their resort town. Accurately described as a mash-up of Jersey Shore, Big Brother and Survivor, the show chronicles the bad behavior of some young idiots who've been installed in a beach cottage to play moronic games like Etiquette Competition, which rewards the player with the worst table manners. When illegal drugs appear on the set, so do Danny and his partner, John Ceepak, only to find themselves part of the show. Clearly, it took a lot of dedicated TV-watching to turn out this perfect satire."
    —Marilyn Stasio, New York Times Book Review


    "Moves like lightning."
    —Kirkus

    "Required Reading!"
    —The New York Post

    "Chris Grabenstein has so much fun lampooning the barely disguised cast of Jersey Shore that even those with only the vaguest acquaintance with Snooki and The Situation will enjoy it, too. The overseers who shape the 'reality' take sleaze to a whole new level, capitalizing on the death of a cast member to produce a hyped-up funeral special and America's-Most-Wanted-style plea for help finding the killer. This would make a great beach read."
    —The Charlotte Observer

    "If you haven't read these mysteries, I hope you take the time to try one of the wittiest series around. I've often compared Ceepak and Boyle to Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin. It's a series narrated by the bright, cocky sidekick. There's humor along with a sharp poke in the eye at our culture and the obsession with reality TV. Try Grabenstein's Fun House. It's my chance to introduce you to two of my favorite characters, John Ceepak and Danny Boyle, and one of my favorite authors."
    —Lesa Holstine, Lesa's Book Critiques Blog (read the full review)

    "[Fun House]has all the elements of a great Chris Grabenstein book: intelligent humor, rich sense of place, plenty of Springstein references, fantastic characters and a puzzling mystery. The cement that really holds the wonderful pieces of Grabenstein's books together, however, is the relationship between his main characters. That relationship continues to develop—as do Danny and Ceepak—and it's what keeps fans of the series coming back."
    —Jen Forbus, Jen's Book Thoughts Blog (read the full review)


    "I can think of few better ways to herald the beginning of summer than to crack the binding of a new John Ceepak mystery by Chris Grabenstein...Grabenstein balances action, humor and mystery in equal measure to create yet another fine beach read that evokes the scent of suntan lotion and the grim reality of what lays just a block or two beyond the vacation fun of the boardwalk. And the author is not averse to advancing his ongoing storyline with a change or two in the professional and personal lives of both Ceepak and Boyle. Fans of mysteries and police procedurals will find Fun House to be a fun ride, indeed." 5 Stars!
    —Joe Hartlaub, Bookreporter

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2012

    Aubrey

    Im reporting u

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2014

    Love!

    I love how these books keep me enthralled, while chuckling at the wit...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2014

    Jewls

    Shrieks in pain and groans. Mmmmh...soo good!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2014

    Jewls

    Moans and shreiks in pain and happiness

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2014

    Erik

    You like that huh..he hits her again caising a handpeint on her other cheek

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2014

    Megs

    What

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2014

    Jared

    Walks in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2014

    RUSTURONT

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2014

    Brian

    I rip your clothes off pushing you to the bed french kissing you

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2014

    To bella

    Wherd u go? Im awaiting...

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    Posted December 24, 2013

    Alex to below

    Shut the f**k up

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2013

    To jessie

    Oh ok that is funny.

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