Mr. Monk Goes to Hawaii (Mr. Monk Series #2)

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Some people think Hawaii is paradise. But Monk knows that danger—like dirt—lurks everywhere. Look at Helen Gruber, the rich tourist who took a fatal blow from a coconut. The police say it fell from a tree, but Monk suspects otherwise. His assistant, Natalie, isn’t exactly thrilled about Monk’s latest investigation. It was bad enough that Monk followed her on vacation, and now it looks as though the vacation is over....

Smooth-talking TV psychic Dylan Swift is on the island and ...

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Overview

Some people think Hawaii is paradise. But Monk knows that danger—like dirt—lurks everywhere. Look at Helen Gruber, the rich tourist who took a fatal blow from a coconut. The police say it fell from a tree, but Monk suspects otherwise. His assistant, Natalie, isn’t exactly thrilled about Monk’s latest investigation. It was bad enough that Monk followed her on vacation, and now it looks as though the vacation is over....

Smooth-talking TV psychic Dylan Swift is on the island and claims to have a message from beyond—from Helen Gruber. Monk has his doubts about Swift’s credibility. But finding the killer and proving Swift a fraud—all while coping with geckos and the horror of unsynchronized ceiling fans—may prove a tough coconut to crack....

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780451219008
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 7/5/2006
  • Series: Mr. Monk Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 197,772
  • Product dimensions: 4.34 (w) x 6.84 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

Lee Goldberg

Lee Goldberg has written episodes for the Monk television series, as well as many other programs. He is a two-time Edgar Award nominee and the author of the acclaimed Diagnosis Murder novels, based on the TV series for which he was a writer and executive producer.

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CHAPTER ONE

Here’s the thing about brilliant detectives. They’re all nuts. Take Nero Wolfe, for instance.

He was this incredibly fat detective who wouldn’t leave his New York brownstone. He stayed inside the house tending his orchids, drinking five quarts of beer a day, and devouring gourmet meals prepared by his live-in chef. So he hired Archie Goodwin to screen clients, run investigative errands, chase down clues, and drag people back to the brownstone to be rudely interrogated. Archie was an ex-cop or an ex-soldier or something like that, so he was well suited for the job.

Then there’s Sherlock Holmes, an eccentric, wound-up, cocaine addict who played his violin all night and conducted chemical experiments in his living room. He probably would have been committed if it weren’t for Dr. Watson. The doctor retired from the army with a war injury, rented a room from Holmes, and ended up being the detective’s assistant and official chronicler. His medical degree and experience serving in the war gave Watson the skills and temperament he needed to deal with Holmes.

At least I didn’t live with Adrian Monk, another brilliant detective, the way Archie and Dr. Watson did with their employers, but I’d still argue that the job was a lot harder for me than it was for them. For one thing, I didn’t have any of their qualifications.

My name is Natalie Teeger. I’ve had a lot of odd jobs, but I’m not an ex-FBI agent or a promising criminology student or an aspiring paramedic, one of which I’d be if this were a book or a TV series instead of my life. I was bartending before I met Monk, so I suppose I could have mixed myself a nice, strong drink after work if I wanted to. But I didn’t, because I was also a widowed single mother trying to raise a twelve-year-old daughter, and it’s a good idea to do that sober.

If I’d done my research into brilliant detectives before working for Adrian Monk instead of after, I might not have taken the job.
I know what you’re thinking. Nero Wolfe and Sherlock Holmes are fictional characters, so what could I possibly learn from their assistants? The thing is, I couldn’t find any real detectives who were anything like Monk, and I was desperate for guidance. They were the only sources of information I could turn to.

Here’s what I learned from them: When it comes to assisting a great detective, you can be an ex-cop or a doctor or have other qualifications and it’s not going to make a difference. Because whatever makes your boss a genius at solving murders is going to make life impossible for everybody around him, especially you. And no matter how hard you try, that’s never going to change.

That’s especially true with Adrian Monk, who has a smorgasbord of obsessive compulsive disorders. You can’t truly grasp the magnitude of his anxieties and phobias unless you experience them every single day like, God help me, I did.

Everything in his life has to be in order, following some arcane rules that make sense only to Monk. For instance, I’ve seen him at breakfast remove every bran flake and raisin from a bowl of Kellogg’s Raisin Bran and count them to be sure there’s a four-flake-to-one-raisin ratio in his bowl before he starts eating. How did he come up with that ratio? How did he determine that anything else "violated the natural laws of the universe"? I don’t know. I don’t want to know.

He’s also got a thing about germs, though not to the extent that he won’t go outside or interact with people, but he doesn’t make it easy.

Monk brings his own silverware and dishes to restaurants. He takes a folding lawn chair with him to the movies because he can’t bear the thought of sitting in a seat a thousand other people have sat in. When a bird crapped on my windshield, he called 911. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

Dealing with all of his quirks and acting as the middleman between him and the civilized world was very stressful stuff. It was wearing me down to the point of total exhaustion. So I turned to the books about Nero Wolfe and Sherlock Holmes hoping to glean from them some helpful advice that might make my job a little easier.

I didn’t find any.

I finally realized that my only hope was to escape, to get far away from Monk. Not forever, because as difficult as he was, I liked him, and the job was flexible enough to allow me to be there for my daughter. All I really needed were a few peaceful days off to go someplace where he couldn’t reach me and I could get some rest. The problem was, I couldn’t afford to go anywhere.

But then Lady Luck took pity on me.

I went to my mailbox one day and found a round-trip ticket to Hawaii, courtesy of my best friend, Candace. She was getting married on the island of Kauai and wanted me there as her maid of honor. She knew how strapped I was for money, so she paid for everything, booking me for seven days and six nights at the fanciest resort on the island, the Grand Kiahuna Poipu, where the wedding was going to be held.

The easy part was talking my mom into coming up from Monterey to take care of Julie for a week. The hard part was finding someone to take care of Monk.

I called a temporary staffing agency. I told them the job required basic secretarial work, some transportation, and strong "interpersonal skills." They said they had just the right people. I was sure Monk would go through all of them before the week was over and that I would never be able to call that temp agency again. I didn’t care, because I could already feel the sand between my toes, smell the coconut lotion on my skin, and hear Don Ho singing "Tiny Bubbles" to me.

All I had to do then was break the news to Monk.

I kept putting it off until finally it was the day before I was leaving. Even then, I couldn’t seem to find the right moment. I still hadn’t found it when Monk got a call from Capt. Leland Stottlemeyer, his former partner on the SFPD, asking for his help.

That made my predicament even worse. Stottlemeyer brought Monk in to consult whenever they had a particularly tricky homicide to solve. If I left Monk in middle of an investigation, it would make him crazy (or crazier than usual, to be precise). And Stottlemeyer wouldn’t be thrilled either, especially if it meant his case would drag on without a solution because Monk was distracted.

I cursed myself for not telling Monk before and prayed the case would turn out to be a simple one.

It wasn’t.

Somebody poisoned Dr. Lyle Douglas, the world-famous heart surgeon, while he was performing a quadruple bypass operation on Stella Picaro, his forty-four-year-old former nurse, at the hospital where she worked.

Dr. Douglas was midway through the delicate procedure, which was being observed by a dozen doctors and medical students, when he had a violent seizure and dropped dead. Another surgeon, Dr. Troy Clark, had to jump in and save the patient from dying. He succeeded.

Nobody realized Dr. Douglas had been murdered until the autopsy was completed the following day. By then, all the evidence that might have been left at the crime scene was gone. The operating room had been thoroughly cleaned, the instruments disinfected, the linens washed, and everything else discarded as biohazardous waste immediately after the surgery was over.

There might not have been any evidence, but there were plenty of suspects. The main one, of course, was Dr. Clark, the surgeon who saved Stella Picaro on the operating table and was being treated as a hero. He also happened to be Dr. Douglas’s major rival.

Dr. Douglas had a lot of other enemies. He was a manipulative egomaniac who’d hurt a lot of people, including just about everybody on his surgical team, many of the doctors observing the operation, and even the patient he was cutting open when he died.

But neither Stottlemeyer nor his assistant, Lt. Randy Disher, could figure out how Dr. Douglas was poisoned in front of so many witnesses without anybody seeing a thing. They were stumped. So they called Monk.

They briefed Monk at the station and afterward he wanted to visit the scene of the crime. I could have told him about my trip on the way to the hospital, but I knew if I did that, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else all day.

When we got there, he insisted on wearing surgical scrubs over his clothes, a cap on his head, a mask and goggles on his face, plastic gloves on his hands, and even paper booties over his shoes before going inside the OR.

Are you trying to get into the mind of the surgeon?" I teased him as the two of us stood outside the operating room doors.

"I’m trying to avoid infection," Monk said.

"Heart disease isn’t contagious."

This building is filled with sick people. The air is thick with deadly germs. The only thing more dangerous than visiting a hospital is drinking out of a water fountain," Monk said. "It’s a good thing there are a lot of doctors around."

"There’s nothing dangerous about drinking from a water fountain, Mr. Monk. I’ve been drinking from them all my life."

"You probably enjoy playing Russian roulette, too."

Monk stepped into the OR, and I watched as he carefully surveyed every corner of the room and each piece of equipment. His investigation of the crime scene resembled an improvised dance with an invisible partner. He repeatedly circled the room, making sudden pirouettes, gliding back and forth, and dipping every so often to peer under something. He stopped at the stainless-steel table where the surgery was performed and gazed down at it as if imagining the patient in front of him.

He rolled his shoulders and tilted his head as if he were working a kink out in his neck. But I knew that wasn’t it. What was irritating him was a detail, some fact that didn’t fit where it was supposed to. Nothing bothered Monk more than disorder. And what’s a mystery, after all, but a situation in disarray, crying out for organization—an imbalance that needs to be set right?

"Where’s the patient that Dr. Douglas was operating on?" Monk asked.

"She’s upstairs," I said. "In the ICU."

Monk nodded. "Call the captain and ask him to meet us there."

• *
• *
• *

There’s something really creepy about intensive care units to me. I’ve been in only a couple of them and, while I know they exist to save lives, they scare me. The patients connected to all those machines don’t look like people to me anymore, but like corpses some mad scientist is trying to reanimate.

That was the way Stella Picaro looked, even though she was wide-awake. There were all kinds of tubes and wires connecting her to an EKG, a respirator, and a toaster oven, for all I knew. Machines beeped and lights blinked and she was alive, so I guess it was all for the best. Still, I tried not to look at her. It made me too uncomfortable.

Monk and I were standing next to the nurses’ station. He was still in his surgical garb and he was breathing funny, almost gasping.

"Are you feeling all right, Mr. Monk?" I asked.

"Fine."

"Then why are you gasping?"

"I’m trying to limit my breathing," Monk said.

I thought about it for a second. "The fewer breaths, the fewer chances you have of inhaling some virus."

"You should try it," he said. "It could save your life."

It was scary how good I was getting at understanding his peculiar way of thinking, his Monkology.  That in itself was a pretty strong argument for me to get away from him for a while.

I was about to tell him about the Hawaii trip right then and there, when Stottlemeyer sauntered in, holding a latte from Starbucks in his hand. There was a little bit of foam in his bushy mustache and a fresh stain on his wide, striped tie. I found his disheveled appearance endearing, but I knew it drove Monk insane. Sometimes I wondered if the captain did it on purpose.

Lieutenant Disher was, as usual, right at Captain Stottlemeyer’s side. He reminded me of a golden retriever, always bounding around happily, blissfully unaware of all the things he was destroying with his wagging tail.

Stottlemeyer grinned at Monk. "You know it’s against the law to impersonate a doctor."

"I’m not," Monk said. "I’m wearing this for my own protection."

"You ought to wear it all the time."

"I’m seriously considering it."

"I bet you are," Stottlemeyer said.

"You have foam in your mustache," Monk said, pointing.

"Do I?" Stottlemeyer casually dabbed at his mustache with a napkin. "Is that better?"

Monk nodded. "Your tie is stained."

Stottlemeyer lifted it up and looked down at it. "So it is."

"You should change it," Monk said.

"I don’t have another tie with me, Monk. It will have to wait."

"You could buy one," Monk said.

"I’m not going to buy one."

"You could borrow one from a doctor," Monk said.

"You can borrow mine," Disher said.

"I don’t want your tie, Randy," Stottlemeyer said, then turned to Monk. "What if I just take mine off and put it in my pocket?"

"I’d know it’s there," Monk said.

"Pretend it isn’t," Stottlemeyer said.

"I don’t know how to pretend," Monk said. "I never got the hang of it."

Stottlemeyer handed his latte to Disher, took off his tie, and stuffed it into a biohazard container.

"Is that better?" Stottlemeyer asked, taking back his latte from Disher.

"I think we all appreciate it," Monk said, looking at Disher and me. "Don’t we?"

"So what have you got for me that was worth chucking my tie for?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"The killer."

Stottlemeyer and Disher both glanced around the room. So did I.

"Where?" Stottlemeyer said. "I don’t see any of our suspects."

Monk tipped his head toward Stella Picaro. Just seeing the breathing tube down her throat nearly triggered my gag reflex.

"You’re talking about her?" Disher said.

Monk nodded.

"She did it?" Stottlemeyer said incredulously.

Monk nodded.

"Are you sure?" Stottlemeyer said.

Monk nodded. I looked back at Stella Picaro. She seemed to be trying to shake her head.

"Maybe you forgot this part," Stottlemeyer said, "but when Dr. Douglas died, that lady was unconscious on an operating table, her chest cut wide-open, her beating heart held in his hands."

"And based on that flimsy alibi, you wrote her off as a suspect?" Monk said.

"Yeah, I did," Stottlemeyer said.

"Even though you told me she was his surgical nurse and his mistress for five years?"

"That’s right."

"Even though when Dr. Douglas finally left his wife, it wasn’t for her but for a twenty-two-year-old swimsuit model?"

"Look at her, Monk. She was having a quadruple bypass when the murder was committed. She nearly died on the operating table."

"That was all part of her cunning plan."

We all looked at her. She stared back at us wide-eyed, not making a sound. All we heard was the beeping of her EKG—which sounded kind of erratic to me, but I wasn’t a doctor.

Stottlemeyer sighed. It was a sigh that conveyed weariness and defeat. It was tiring dealing with Monk, and futile arguing with him about murder. When it comes to homicide, Monk is almost always right.

"How could she possibly have done it?" Stottlemeyer asked.

I was wondering the same thing.

Disher snapped his fingers. "I’ve got it. Astral projection!"

"You’re saying her spirit left her body and poisoned him," Stottlemeyer said.

Disher nodded. "That’s the only explanation."

"I sure hope not. I’d like to keep this badge for a few more years." Stottlemeyer faced Monk again. "Tell me it’s not astral projection."

"It’s not," Monk said. "There’s no such thing. Her body was the murder weapon."

"I don’t get it," Disher said.

"When Stella discovered she needed heart surgery, she realized it was an opportunity to commit the perfect murder," Monk said, shooting a glance at Stella. "Isn’t that right?"

She tried again to shake her head.

"You appealed to Dr. Douglas’s ego by begging him to save your life and then talked him into performing the surgery here, at the hospital where you work."

"What difference did it make where the surgery was done?" Stottlemeyer asked.

"Because here she had access to the operating room, the supplies, and the equipment before the surgery and could doctor them, no pun intended," Monk said. "The iodine Dr. Douglas applied to her skin before making his incision was laced with poison."

"Wouldn’t that have poisoned her, too?" Stottlemeyer said.

"It did, but she was getting the antidote in her IV," Monk said. "Take a look at her chart. It shows higher than normal levels of atropine."

Stottlemeyer took the chart that was hanging from the end of her bed, opened it, and stared at it for a long moment before closing it again.

"Who am I kidding?" he said as he put the chart back. "I don’t know how to read a medical chart."

"Neither do I," Monk said.

"Then how do you know what is or isn’t in her blood?"

"Because she’s alive," Monk said. "And Dr. Douglas isn’t."

"But what about the other doctors who were working on her?"  Disher said. "How come they weren’t they poisoned, too?"

"Because they weren’t wearing the same gloves as Dr. Douglas," Monk said. "He used only Conway gloves; the other brands gave him a skin rash. Before the surgery Stella put tiny pinpricks, invisible to the naked eye, in all the gloves in his box, so he would absorb the poison through his skin."

Stottlemeyer looked at Disher. "Contact the crime lab, Randy, and make sure they hold on to the box of gloves Dr. Douglas used. Have them examine the gloves for perforations."

Disher nodded and scribbled something in his notebook.

I looked at Stella. She was so pale and weak, she seemed to be melting into her bed. Her eyes were filling with tears. I remembered hearing how Dr. Clark had to reach into her open chest and save her life after Dr. Douglas collapsed.

"But Mr. Monk," I said, " even with the antidote in the IV, it would have been suicidal for Stella to kill her surgeon while he was operating on her heart."

"It was a risk she was willing to take," Monk said. "It was poetic justice. She used her heart to kill the man who broke it."

Stella closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks. I couldn’t tell whether they were tears of sadness or anger. They might have been both.

Stottlemeyer shook his head in amazement. "I never would have caught her, Monk."

"You would have, sir," Disher said. "It might have taken longer, that’s all."

"No, Randy, I wouldn’t have. Not ever." Stottlemeyer regarded Monk with genuine appreciation. "How did you figure it out?"

"It was obvious," Monk said.

"Go ahead, rub it in," Stottlemeyer said. "Don’t let my remaining shreds of self-respect stop you."

"There is no way any of the doctors or other medical personnel could have poisoned Dr. Douglas without being seen," Monk said. "That left only one possible suspect."

Stottlemeyer frowned. "Makes sense. I wonder why I couldn’t see it."

The captain turned toward Stella, so he didn’t notice Monk studying him, regarding his friend as if he were a complex painting.

Disher marched over to Stella’s bedside. "You have the right to remain silent—"

"Randy," Stottlemeyer interrupted. "She’s got a breathing tube down her throat. She couldn’t say anything even if she wanted to."

"Oh," Disher said, then dangled the handcuffs he was holding. "Should I secure her to the bed?"

"I don’t think that will be necessary," Stottlemeyer said.

"Captain," Monk said, "I could never drink out of a water fountain."

"Is that so?" Stottlemeyer seemed a little confused by the nonsequitur.

"Not if my life depended on it," Monk said. "You probably do it without a second thought."

Stottlemeyer looked at Monk for a long moment. "All the time."

Monk shrugged.

Stottlemeyer nodded.

I guess what Monk was getting at is that life has a way of balancing out. It figured Monk would notice that more clearly than the rest of us.

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  • Posted December 5, 2009

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    Mr Monk Books Rule

    These Mr Monk books by Lee Goldberg are wonderful additions to the Monk series. They carry you away to the very same place as the television series. Now that the series finale of the television show has aired, these Mr Monk books are required reading to keep Monk alive. They are wonderful. It's like watching the television show.

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  • Posted October 26, 2008

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    A Great Book.

    This is one of the best books I have ever read. The story (Which isn't taken from the TV show) is original and funny. Lee Goldburg's writing styles make it like your watching TV. I recommend this book and all the other Monk books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2007

    Perfect for a fan

    Another great story on our favorite detective Mr. Monk, Mr. Monk goes to Hawaii is a great book. It has every thing you would expect from a good mystery, a good episode of monk, and just a good book. Monk is about a detective who goes through a tragedy and that makes his OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) worse, while he has always had it he could keep it under control better. Due to his OCD though he is one of the best detectives. So his friends on the SFPD let him to consultant work, to help them solve mysteries to one day hope that he becomes a cop again after having that striped of him due to the worsening of his illness. This particular story of Monk is about his assistant Natalie Teeger trying to escape him and go to her friends wedding, but Monk being over dependent follows her, and of course murder follows monk. One of the most important things to remember about the book is that it¿s not an episode so the book is original, but can still represent a great series. Also the book reads like you are watching an episode of Monk, but through the eyes of Natalie Teeger, Monks assistant, so while you are still getting the laughs of watching Monk freak out at all his phobias it never gets frustrating. With all these goods though there are some bad, some times the book has these weird moments where reading it through the eyes of Natalie is awkward, its hard to explain but there are moments where it just seems her character was made to spite Monk. But other than that it¿s a great book. People who are not fans of the series might not like it do to there being a lot of humor in watching monk to react to situations that non-fan most likely would not get, but if u like mystery¿s this is very much recommended

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2013

    Monk!!!

    I cried at the end of the t.v. series!!! I loved it and hated it! I mean did Trudy really have to get with some else! Come on!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2012

    I love monk! But is this a good read?.....

    The tv show monk was just fantastic. It was great to see monk finaly happy after finding his srep daughter and solving trudys murder. I hope the books are just as good. Can any"body" tell me?

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  • Posted October 6, 2012

    Highly Recommended!

    I enjoyed the way the author was able to keep the integrity of the characters of the show intact with the book. Monk will always be "a gift and a curse".

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2012

    Great book

    I really like this book.

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  • Posted January 7, 2010

    Better than the first but a long way to go . . .

    I just started reading the Monk series a couple of days ago. 'Mr. Monk Goes to the Firehouse' was lackluster, and Natalie was just bizarre. I still blame this problem on this man trying to write as a woman thinks, and think the author could have been more immediately successful with this series had he merely chosen to write this in the third person.

    But I'll give him points for trying to do something challenging . . .

    This novel is more recognizable in feel of the television show than its predecessor. I actually was surprised to catch myself laughing in this installment. The author writes dialogue quite well, and he was very liberal using it. The situations were more believably funny, and the mystery was compelling. While I had a pretty good idea who the killer was halfway through the book, I was reasonably satisfied in being puzzled as to how Monk was going to solve it.

    Furthermore, I think the author did a great job in how he treated location in the book. Clearly, he writes about the Hawaiian experience with some knowledge and affection.

    Still, now as before, Natalie is just weird. In this rendition, she is depicted as so relationship-starved she expresses neediness when random cute (and already attached) men are around. Also there's a weird story involving Natalie's swimsuit that's just too much information. I believe the author really breaks the character when he tries to have her be a romantic interest, romantically interested, or joking about sex. I'm only grateful that the number of instances of these problems are greatly reduced -- allowing me to experience fewer moments of cognitive dissonance.

    Also, the author's choice of folksy language associated with Natalie's internal monologue just doesn't hold true. I try to hear Natalie's (Traylor Howard's) voice saying some of this stuff and it doesn't really work for me. On the other hand, her spoken lines seem spot on.

    Anyway, this was an acceptable attempt that I somewhat enjoyed. Other reviewers who have had similar comments to mine have expressed that the next novel might actually hit the spot. I will keep reading for now . . .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 11, 2009

    The Monk books

    If you are hooked on Monk the series, you will certainly enjoy the books. Lee Goldberg is involved in screenwriting for the TV series and does a great job of bringing the characters to the stories. They refer back to occurrences in the TV shows so the continuity is seamless for the most part. Because each character is so individual it is easy to "hear" their voices while reading the books if you watch the series. These books have not particularly been advertised so I'm sure most Monkophiles don't even know about them. I was happy to discover them on Barnes and Noble website since the series is over this year. There will be a little less separation anxiety when Monk is no longer on TV.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2009

    Mr Monk Goes to Hawaii

    Cute, if you are familiar with the tv show by the same name...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2008

    Monk is back!

    Monk is one of the best homicidel comedy TV show. It is about a fobic x-cop, and his way of sending the murderer's to jail. It is very funny because of Monk's special way of solving his cases. The show is very suspenseful because there is always an action seen in every episode,but the action seen is usually a minute long. Because of Monk's fobias it makes the show very funny. Overall Monk is a comedy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2007

    great adaption

    great book

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Nobody writes original novels based on TV shows better than Lee Goldberg does

    Mr. Adrian Monk lost his job as a homicide detective because his obsessive compulsive behavior interfered with his performance though somehow he always caught the criminal and SFPD has kept him on the books as a consultant. His idiosyncrasies are difficult to live or work with so his assistant Natalie jumps at the chance to escape for a little while by accepting her best friend¿s invitation to be in her bridal party in Hawaii.------------ Monk is unwilling to be parted from his assistant who is also his security blanket so he takes a pill to inhibit his worst tendencies, but also his detecting abilities. Natalie knows instantly that her vacation is ruined when a wealthy woman is murdered at the hotel and Monk happily inveigles his way into the investigation. He soon has several crimes including an illegal drug operation and burglaries along with the homicide to occupy his time.--------------- Nobody writes original novels based on TV shows better than Lee Goldberg does. He captures the essences of Monk and Natalie as well as the ambience of the locale. Although extreme cases of obsessive compulsive behavior can be difficult on the person and those in their sphere, Natalie accepts Monk for who he is and helps him survive in a world where he dances to a different drummer. There is much humor in this tale while Monk¿s brilliance overcomes his disabilities.-------------------- Harriet Klausner

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