This one I went into pretty peeved at Janet. But in all honesty, I should’ve been mad at myself because I really should know how to read at this point. But when it comes to dust jackets and whatnot, I’m a skimmer.
I’m assuming that at some point I “read” that it wasn’t necessary to read the Between the Numbers books, and you’ve read how mad that made me that I had spoilers hit me when I tried for Finger Lickin’ Fifteen.
So I had to find this book in my pile and start a new book after three seconds of reading the other one. Same characters, different story, but it still made me mad. Like I was in a different world and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being mad at myself for this.
So ridiculous. But I don’t say ‘Constant vigilance’ for nothing! Or maybe I did.
…THIS BOOK. RIGHT. Okay, so apparently there is a recurring male character that I’ve missed out on because I’m a dunce cap. He’s a strapping young man named Diesel who has some sort of supernatural ability. I don’t exactly know what and I felt like I was missing out this entire book on past things with him and Stephanie.
This book is basically the circus-gone wild (more wild) and running around a bog.
Read it, it was funny, and if you take any advice from me ever, it’s read the Between the Numbers while you go along.
I suck. Constant–… I can’t even finish it, I’m too ashamed.
Joe Morelli inherited his house from his aunt and apparently his cousin is a little more than miffed at him for it. There are rumours of hidden treasure in Joe’s house, yard, and surrounding area of roughly 9 million dollars.
Hilarity ensues as always and I was happy to keep reading this next installation.
I honestly don’t have much more to say on it than that because I left this review too long and I pretty well forget what it was about! (I’m the worst at keeping things updated. Seriously. I have a problem.)
But my brain is already in Summer Mode, which means we’ve shucked away the guise that we’ll be reading serious books for the next few months as it’s just too damn hot and sunny to care about my brain becoming smarter.
Constant vigilance: No thank you.
I’ve been through a lot with these characters. 13 books worth! Jeez Louise. Clearly you should be reading them.
In all honesty, with the high stakes game that I play on Good Reads, these short and sweet books are my pinch hitters, my cheat sheets, and my all around sneaky sneaks when I’m falling behind.
Okay, so I’m really only trying to beat my book count from last year (80 books) with a whopping five extra books. But these really help. Especially when you add on books like A Feast for Crows that take a million years to read and put you behind eight books!
…Anyway. This book is all about how Stephanie’s ex-husband and all around scumbag extraordinaire, Dickie Orr has gone missing. And since Stephanie attacked him the day before, she’s suspected in his disappearance and possible murder.
Pretty funny, as always.
Here’s Paul Sheldon under serious duress:
He had heard the same thing time and time again. It came in different wrappers, but it always boiled down to the same thing: I remember getting into the car, and I remember waking up here. Everything else is a blank.
Why couldn’t that happen to him?
Because writers remember everything, Paul. Especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels, not amnesia. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is that ability to remember the story of every scar.
Art consists of the persistence of memory.
Who had said that? Thomas Szasz? William Faulkner? Cyndi Lauper?
-Paul Sheldon, Misery, Stephen King