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Richard LipezThis is the unlikely stuff of comedy, yes, but Evanovich pretty much pulls it off, as she has on nine previous occasions, with chutzpah and sheer comic inventiveness.
— The Washington Post
-The New York Times
"Stephanie Plum is a bounty hunter with a great sense of humor that balances out her attitude and worse luck...[Stephanie Plum] is like Dorothy Parker with a lousy job and a Jersey accent."
"Funny, witty, and occasionally steamy...evolving comedy starring a sassy contemporary woman with a scene-stealing supporting cast."-Dallas Morning News
"Evanovich's series is as addictive as Fritos-and, 10 books in, not losing any of its salty crunch...colorful characters... Evanovich serves up consistently craveable goodies-and needless to say, they're always perfect for the beach."-People
"A perfect summer read, with lots of action and snappy repartee...you don't need to read the first nine to jump into Ten Big Ones...one of the best in the series."-The Oregonian (Portland, OR)
"[A] fabulous climax...as usual, [Evanovich's] characters will keep you laughing out loud."
-Times Picayune (New Orleans, LA)
"This 10th novel is a standout that zips along to its top-this finale."-Hartford Courant
"[Plum's] charms are many, and they're all on display here."-New York Daily News
"Chutzpah and sheer comic inventiveness...in addition to good fun, the Evanovich/Plum books serve as a nice antidote to everything in pop fiction today."-Washington Post
"If you prefer your protagonists with big hair and based in Jersey then Stephanie Plum is your crime solver of choice. Evanovich has a huge following...Stephanie and her sidekick, Lula, are the Lucy and Ethel of bounty hunting."-USA Today
"Evanovich knows how to keep the wheels on her plum-good series."-Orlando Sentinel
"A richly amusing, fast-paced mystery that is unequaled. Don't deny yourself the pleasure of Evanovich's Ten Big Ones...Stephanie Plum is a 21st-century Lucy Ricardo from Trenton, N.J. She has a real talent for getting herself into impossible situations then using her slightly-off-the-bubble creativity to get herself out of jams. She's gutsy, she's street-smart and she's first-class entertainment."-The Daily Oakland Press
"Evanovich is possibly the only mystery writer whose extreme humor can turn what should be serious moments into boisterously funny scenes. The boundaries of good taste are deliciously stretched as Evanovich makes comedy into a kind of art."-South Florida Sun-Sentinel
"The best thing about summer is that there's a new Stephanie Plum, ripe for the picking and guaranteed to be sweet, juicy, and very, very good for you. If you haven't read this series...you're missing something wonderful...just go out and get the first book, One for the Money, then once you're hooked, and you will be, go get the rest of them."-Kingston Observer
"If it's humor and action you seek in a mystery, you can't go wrong with Ten Big Ones...if you don't mind laughing out loud every other page, Evanovich's 10 Plum entries are the books for you."-World Herald (Omaha, NE)
"A whirlwind of antic adventures...the characters deliver plenty...since Evanovich utilizes numbers instead of the alphabet to identify Plum's adventures, this series could continue forever, and what fun that would be."-Acadiana LifeStyle
"Stephanie and Lula are the Abbott and Costello of law enforcement."-Commercial Appeal (Memphis, TN)
My name is Stephanie Plum, and I drop a lot of jelly globs, figuratively and literally. Like the time I accidentally burned down a funeral home. That was the mother of all jelly globs. I got my picture in the paper for that one. I'd walk down the street and people would recognize me.
"You're famous now," my mother said when the paper came out. " You have to set an example. You have to exercise, eat good food and be nice to old people."
Okay, so my mother was probably right, but I'm from Jersey and truth is, I have a hard time getting a grip on the good example thing. A good example in Jersey isn't exactly the national ideal. Not to mention, I inherited a lot of unmanageable brown hair and rude hand gestures from my father's Italian side of the family. What am I supposed to do with that?
My mother's side is Hungarian and from this I get blue eyes and the ability to eat birthday cake and still button the top snap on my jeans. I'm told the good Hungarian metabolism only lasts until I'm forty, so I'm counting down. The Hungarian genes also carry a certain amount of luck and gypsy intuition, both of which I need in my present job. I'm a Bond Enforcement Agent, working for my cousin Vincent Plum, and I run down bad guys. I'm not the best BEA in the world and I'm not the worst. An incredibly hot guy with the street name Ranger is the best. And my sometimes partner, Lula, is possibly the worst.
Maybe it's not fair to have Lula in the running for worst bounty hunter of all time. To begin with, there are some really bad bounty hunters out there. And more to the point, Lula isn't actually a bounty hunter. Lula is a former hooker who was hired to do the filing for the bail bonds office but spends a lot of her day trailing after me.
At the moment, Lula and I were standing in the parking lot of a deli-mart on Hamilton Avenue. We were about a half-mile from the office and we were leaning against my yellow Ford Escape, trying to make a lunch choice. We were debating nachos at the deli-mart against a sub at Giovichinni's.
"Hey," I said to Lula. "What happened to the filing job? Who does the filing now?"
"I do the filing. I file the ass out of that office."
"You're never in the office."
"The hell I am. I was in the office when you showed up this morning."
"Yeah, but you weren't filing. You were doing your nails."
"I was thinking about filing. And if you hadn't needed my help going to look for that loser, Roger Banker, I'd still be filing."
Roger was accused of grand theft auto and possession of controlled substances. In layman's terms, Roger got high and went joy riding.
"So you're still officially a file clerk?"
"Heck no," Lula said. "That's so-o-o boring. Do I look like a file clerk to you?"
Actually, Lula still looked like a hooker. Lula's a full-bodied black woman who favors animal print spandex enhanced with sequins. I figured Lula didn't want to hear my fashion opinion, so I didn't say anything. I just raised an eyebrow.
"The job title is tricky since I do a lot of this here bounty hunter work but I've never really been given any of my own paper work," Lula said. "I suppose I could be your body guard."
Lula narrowed her eyes at me. "You got a problem with that?"
"It seems a little ... Hollywood."
"Yeah, but sometimes you need some extra fire power, right? And there I am. Hell, you don't even carry a gun half the time. I always got a gun. I got a gun now. Just in case."
And Lula pulled a 40 caliber Glock out of her purse.
"I don't mind using it either. I'm good with a gun. I got an eye for it. Watch me hit that bottle next to the bike."
Someone had leaned a fancy red mountain bike against the big plate glass window in the front of the deli-mart. There was a quart bottle next to the bike. The bottle had a rag stuffed into it.
"No," I said. "No shooting!"
Too late. Lula squeezed off a shot, missed the bottle and destroyed the bike's rear tire.
"Oops," Lula said on a grimace, immediately returning the gun to her purse.
A moment later, a guy ran out of the store. He was wearing a mechanics jumpsuit and a red devil mask. He had a small backpack slung over one shoulder and he had a gun in his right hand. His skin tone was darker than mine but lighter than Lula's. He grabbed the bottle off the ground, lit the rag with a flick of his Bic and threw the bottle into the store. He turned to get onto the bike and realized his tire was blown to smithereens.
"Fuck," the guy said. "FUCK!"
"I didn't do it," Lula said. "Wasn't me. Someone came along and shot up your tire. You must not be popular."
There was a lot of shouting inside the store, the guy in the devil mask turned to flee and Victor, the Pakistani day manager, rushed out the door. "I am done! Do you hear me?" Victor yelled. "This is the fourth robbery this month and I won't stand for any more. You are dog excrement!" he shouted at the guy in the mask. "Dog excrement."
Lula had her hand back in her purse. "Hold on. I got a gun!" she said. "Where the hell is it? Why can't you ever find the damn gun when you need it?"
Victor threw the still lit but clearly unbroken bottle at the guy in the devil mask, hitting him in the back of the head. The bottle bounced off the devil's head and smashed against my driver's side door. The devil staggered, and instinctively pulled the mask off. Maybe he couldn't breathe, or maybe he went to feel for blood, or maybe he just wasn't thinking. Whatever the reason, the mask was only off for a second, before being yanked back over the guy's head. He turned and looked directly at me, and then he ran across the street and disappeared into the alley between two buildings.
The bottle instantly ignited when it hit my car, and flames raced along the side and the undercarriage of the Escape.
"Holy crap," Lula said, looking up from her purse. "Damn."
"Why me?" I shrieked. "Why does this always happen to me? I can't believe this car is on fire. My cars are always getting exploded. How many cars have I lost like this since you've known me?"
"A lot," Lula said.
"It's embarrassing. What am I going to tell my insurance company?"
"It wasn't your fault," Lula said.
"It's never my fault. Do they care? I don't think they care!"
"You got bad car karma," Lula said. "But at least you're lucky at love."
For the last couple months I've been living with Joe Morelli. Morelli's a very sexy, very handsome Trenton cop. Morelli and I have a long history and possibly a long future. Mostly we take it day by day, neither of us feeling the need for documented commitment right now. The good thing about living with a cop is that you never have to call home when disaster strikes. As you might suspect, that's also the bad part. Seconds after the emergency call goes in on the robbery and car fire, describing my yellow Escape, at least forty different cops, EMTs, and fire fighters will track Morelli down and tell him his girlfriend's done it again.
Lula and I moved further from the fire, knowing from experience that an explosion was a possibility. We stood patiently waiting, listening to the sirens whining in the distance, getting closer by the second. Morelli's unmarked cop car would be minutes behind the sirens. And somewhere in the mix of emergency vehicles my professional mentor and man of mystery, Ranger, would slide in to check things out.
"Maybe I should leave," Lula said. "There's all that filing back at the office. And cops give me the runs."
Not to mention she was illegally carrying a concealed weapon that was instrumental in this whole fiasco.
"Did you see the guy's face when he pulled his mask off?" I asked her.
"No. I was looking for my gun. I missed that."
"Then leaving might be a good idea," I said. "Get me a sub on the way back to the office. I don't think they'll be making nachos here for awhile."
"I'd rather have the sub anyways. A car fire always gives me an appetite."
And Lula took off power walking.
Victor was on the other side of the car, stomping around and pulling at his hair. He stopped stomping and fixed his attention on me. "Why didn't you shoot him? I know you. You are a bounty hunter. You should have shot him."
"I'm not carrying a gun," I told Victor.
"Not carrying a gun? What kind of bounty hunter, are you? I watch television. I know about these things. Bounty hunters always have many guns."
"Actually, shooting people is a no-no in bond enforcement."
Victor shook his head. "I don't know what this world is coming to when bounty hunters don't shoot people."
A blue and white patrol car arrived and two uniforms got out and stood hands on hips, taking it all in. I knew both cops. Andy Zajak and Robin Russell.
Andy Zajak was riding shotgun. Two months ago he'd been plain clothes, but he'd asked a local politician some embarrassing questions during a robbery investigation and had gotten busted back to uniform. It could have been worse. Zajak could have been assigned to a desk in the tower of Irrelevance. Sometimes things could get tricky in the Trenton police department.
Zajak waved when he saw me. He said something to Russell, and they both smiled. No doubt enjoying the continuing calamitous exploits of Stephanie Plum.
I'd gone to school with Robin Russell. She was a year behind me, so we weren't the closest of friends, but I liked her. She wasn't especially athletic when she was in high school. She was one of the quiet brainy kids. And she surprised everyone when she joined Trenton P.D. two years ago.
A fire truck followed Zajak and Russell. Plus two more cop cars and an EMT truck. By the time Morelli arrived the hoses and chemical extinguishers were already out and in use.
Morelli angled his car behind Robin Russell's and walked across to me. Morelli was lean and hard muscled with wary cop eyes that softened in the bedroom. His hair was almost black, falling in waves over his forehead, brushing his collar. He was wearing a slightly over-sized blue shirt with the sleeves rolled, black jeans and black boots with a Vibram sole. He had his gun on his hip and, with or without the gun, he didn't look like someone you'd want to mess with. There was a tilt to his mouth that could pass for a smile. Then again, it could just as easily be a grimace. "Are you okay?"
"It wasn't my fault," I told him.
This got a genuine smile from him. "Cupcake, it's never your fault." His eyes traveled to the red mountain bike with the destroyed tire. "What's with the bike?"
"Lula accidentally shot the tire. Then a guy wearing a red devil mask ran out of the store, took a look at the bike, tossed a Molotov cocktail into the store and set off on foot. The bottle didn't break so Victor pitched it at the devil. The bottle bounced off the devil's head and crashed against my car.
"I didn't hear the part about Lula shooting the tire."
"Yeah, I figured it wasn't necessary to mention that in the official statement."
I looked past Morelli, as a black Porsche 911 Turbo pulled to the curb. There weren't a lot of people in Trenton who could afford the car. Mostly high-level drug dealers ... and Ranger.
I watched as Ranger angled out from behind the wheel and ambled over. He was about the same height as Morelli, but he had more bulk to his muscle. Morelli was a cat. Ranger was Rambo meets Batman. Ranger was in S.W.A.T. black cargo pants and T-shirt. His hair was dark, and his eyes were dark, and his skin reflected his Cuban ancestry. No one knew Ranger's age, but I'd guess it was close to mine. Late twenties to early thirties. No one knew where Ranger lived or where his cars and cash originated. Probably it was best not to know.
Ranger nodded to Morelli and locked eyes with me. Sometimes it felt like Ranger could look you in the eye and know all the stuff that was inside your head. It was a little unnerving, but it saved a lot of time since talk wasn't necessary.
"Babe," Ranger said. And he left.
Morelli watched Ranger get into his Porsche and take off. "Half the time I'm happy to have him watching over you. And half the time it scares the hell out of me. He's always in black, the address on his driver's license is a vacant lot, and he never says anything."
"Maybe he has a dark history ... like Batman. A tortured soul."
"Tortured soul? Ranger? Cupcake, the guy's a mercenary." Morelli playfully twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. "You've been watching Dr. Phil again, right? Oprah? Geraldo? Crossing Over with John Edward?"
"Crossing Over with John Edward. And Ranger's not a mercenary. At least not officially in Trenton. He's a bounty hunter ... like me."
"Yeah, and I really hate that you're a bounty hunter."
Okay. I know I have a crappy job. The money isn't all that great and sometimes people shoot at me. Still, someone's got to make sure the accused show up in court. "I do a service for the community," I told Morelli. "If it wasn't for people like me the police would have to track these guys. The tax payer would have to foot the bill for a larger police force."
"I'm not disputing the job. I just don't want you doing it."
There was a loud phooonf sound from the underside of my car, flames shot out and a steaming tire popped off and rolled across the lot.
"This is the fourteenth Red Devil robbery," Morelli said. "The routine is always the same. Rob the store at gun-point. Get away on a bike. Cover your get-away with a bottle bomb. No one's ever seen enough to ID him."
"Until now," I said. "I saw the guy's face. I didn't recognize him, but I think I could pick him out of a line-up."
* * *
An hour later, Morelli dropped me off at the bond office. He snagged me by the back of my shirt as I was leaving his unmarked seen-better-days Crown Vic cop car. "You're going to be careful, right?"
"And you're not going to let Lula do any more shooting."
I did a mental sigh. He was asking the impossible. "Sometimes it's hard to control Lula."
"Then get a different partner."
"Very funny," Morelli said.
He French kissed me good-by, and I thought probably I could control Lula. When Morelli kissed me, I thought anything was possible. Morelli was a terrific kisser.
His pager buzzed and he pulled away to check the read-out. "I have to go," he said, shoving me out the door.
I leaned in the window at him. "Remember, we promised my mom we'd come for dinner tonight."
"No way. You promised. I didn't promise. I had dinner at your parent's house three days ago and once a week is my limit. Valerie and the kids will be there, right? And Kloughn? I'm getting heartburn just thinking about it. Anybody who eats with that crew should get combat pay."
He was right. I had no comeback. A little over a year ago my sister's husband took off for parts unknown with the babysitter.
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Posted November 11, 2011
I've been devouring these books like mad, and because I am -- mad crazy over the Stephanie Plum series. But this one left me -- wanting. It lacked the umph of the others; and at the end, it felt as if the author had someone behind her beating her with a whip -- faster, faster, dagnabit, write faster! It didn't end in a whirlwind but a sigh, or maybe one of those silent farts because it was kind of stinky. At least it didn't end with a cliff-hanger like two others did (don't remember the numbers). It might be awhile now before I buy 11, but I will probably, eventually get to the rest of them.
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Posted November 14, 2011
This whole series is a MUST read! I know the whole love triangle thing is a negitave thing in some peoples opinion because it is overdone a lot. But i dont feel that way about this series because Ranger really isnt an option long term... he is more of a treat for the time being. In the end we all know she will end up with Joe. Ranger isnt one to be tied down.
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Posted July 6, 2014
How excited I was to buy this book. I'm more than a little behind on the series, but got a kick out of thinking I was going to catch.up. Why irritated then? Stephanies selfish, childish arrogance totally irked me. In fact, I found these unpleasant traits somewhat out of character.She put everyone who wanted to protect her in serious danger and lost the warmth that has endeared and so charmed the usual series reader. To me, her bravado was unrealistic. The wit and humor was the one saving grace, however. I loved Sally and hope he/she shoes up in other books to come.
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I Love the plum series, they are up beat, exciting, and make me laugh. I only wish the move had been cast correctly, because I'd love to see it on the big screen. Ranger never once said "Babe", Grandma need to sound more like the lady that reads it on the tapes. It was almost to serious. Lula and Vinne were the only two that fit the mold.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted October 5, 2013
This had to be my favorite one so far. I've been told by quite a few people they do not like this series and do not understand why I read it. Well, let me tell ya this series makes me actually laugh out loud. They are a joy to read, because of the stupid luck Stephanie has. The trouble, her band of back up, and the triangle between Ranger, Steph, and Joe. I mean really in her position I would probably do the same things.
Stephanie manages to get herself in deep this time with the gangs of Trenton. Her sister is getting married, Sally Sweet makes a return appearance (which excites me because I really like his character), Steph yet again loses another car and Ranger comes to the rescue. This time I was surprised she manages to lose and have all three cars destroyed or in need of repair, but manages to keep all three of Ranger's vehicles clean.
Ten big ones, Stephanie, Lula, and Connie band together to get answers from a gang member they bonded out of jail. To the Nines I really enjoyed the three working together in Vegas, but in Ten big ones it was hilarious their inability to interrogate the gang member.
The love triangle going on between Ranger, Stephanie, and Joe sometimes bugs me a little bit, because Joe wants her to quit her job and do as he says. However we all know that if she did that would Joe really be happy? Less stressed yes, but why else has Stephanie always kept his attention. If she changed and got out of Bounty Hunting and stayed out of trouble. It really wouldn't be Stephanie anymore.
She decides to hide in Rangers apartment. I thought we were getting closer to the BatCave. Sadly we haven't yet, but I feel Stephanie will finally find it at some point. Ranger doesn't want Stephanie hurt either but he approaches it in a different way. He knows she will go against any demand that is made of her she doesn't like so he is smart enough to send someone to protect her if he can't. This is what Joe needs to learn. Yes he's Italian and a cop, but still. He's known Stephanie for how long???? Just ask her instead of demanding. She usually knows the danger she's in and is admitting it until Joe makes a demand that sends her usually into more trouble. I cannot wait to pick up the next book and read the next adventure.
Posted August 30, 2013
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Posted August 16, 2013
Hi my name is Sandfeather. I grew up in Fishclan. My mother was Honeyblossom and my father was Climbclaw. I had a sister named Everstream and a bro named Climbstream. As i was growing up, Honeyblossom noticed how much i cared for the clan and how respectful but tough i was. When i turned six moons i practiced harder than any other apprentice. Even my brother. I got my warrior name early with Dovepaw the older apprentice. As a warrior i was the best i could be. Then i Left Fishclan after the Great Destruction that wiped out the whole clan. Then i came here. I am very loyal and trustworthy. I just have some requirements- this clan must be realistic: no godmodding or extreme powers. No ignoring things. 2- this kinda goes with realistic. Cats have to live and die. I dont care how, but after awhile even the leader has to die. 3- i know a way to get more cats... try changing the clan name to something more realistic like... Eagleclan, Lightclan, Featherclan, Pondclan, Flowerclan, Oceanclan, Jungleclan, Rainclan, something like that. & if these requirements dont suit you, i will move on. Thank you. ~hopefully your deputy, Sandfeather.
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Posted June 20, 2013
The most recent book I have read for fun was Ten Big Ones by Janet Evanovich. It is the tenth book in her Stephanie Plum series. Stephanie Plum is the world’s worst bounty hunter, but her escapades will have you laughing out loud. She and her ex ‘ho’ turned sidekick pal Lula are definitely no Ziva David (I am a big fan of NCIS), but they either get their man or get themselves in over their heads in trouble.
This time around, the ditzy dynamic duo go after a Cheez-Doodles tinged PMS sufferer who held up a Fritos truck after going crazy from the no-carb diet. After Stephanie talks her off a bridge, she and Lula need a nacho reward. Stephanie and Lula happen to be at the right place at the wrong time and witness the latest in a series of armed robberies by a suspect wearing a rubber mask dubbed the “red devil” by the press. The man removes his mask just long enough for Stephanie to get a good look at his actual face. He is actually a member of Trenton’s most feared street gang, the Slayers. After losing yet another car to an explosion at the convenient store, Stephanie and Lula follow a gang member into Slayer territory in her uncle’s, big boat of a car, blue Buick. Not very street savvy Stephanie doesn’t realize she is sporting a rival gangs colors in Slayer territory and proceeds to run one of them over with the car. She now has a contract on her head and is pursued by a hired assassin known as Junkman; the bounty hunter becomes the hunted. This plot twist was a nice change compared to some of the other books in the series that I have read which really are all about the strange, and ridiculous situations Stephanie and Lula get into getting their man.
There are also problems in Stephanie’s personal life, her perfect “saint” of a sister Valerie has decided to tie the knot to a struggling lawyer named Khlougn. Stephanie is destined or doomed to wear an eggplant dress thanks to Sally Sweet the cross dressing rocker, part time school bus driver turned official wedding planner. Stephanie’s crazy Grandma Mazur adds to the family drama stating she thinks Stephanie is getting fat and wondering if she is pregnant. This shows Stephanie is not immune to the body image issues that I believe all women have in some shape or form. It provided just another humorous scene between Stephanie realizing her jeans are too tight to her starting her exercise routine and going for doughnuts after her run.
This book had me laughing out loud numerous times throughout it. Whether it was when Stephanie and Lula were chasing someone and got themselves into a ridiculous situation and it made you reread it saying did that just happen or the one liner that Stephanie’s Grandma would come out with. I am so glad my girlfriend introduced me to Janet Evanovich and her series Stephanie Plum. I can’t wait to read the next one. I still have a few to go before I am caught up with the series.
Posted May 12, 2013
Posted May 12, 2013
"Wait." She stopped and stood there, staring into the distance. "Is this because you're married? Or because even though I swore to you that I'm not Lilli you still feel that I am? Or maybe even that the person you trust told you it's best to leave me? It's probably all three, isn't it?" She bit her bottom lip and lowered her gaze. "Nevermind. Don't answer me. I'm insane." She waved her hand dismissively and walked out again.
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