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I was
actually a bit nervous to read this book because I’d read so many bad reviews of it.
Fellow fans of Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series (books like Four to Score
and Seven
Up) complained that Full House wasn’t the same old Stephanie Plum book.
But it’s not supposed to be.
Full House is one of
Evanovich’s earlier works -- one that’s been reworked and expanded and republished -- and
it’s not bad nearly as bad as Plum fans may say. Instead of the typical
slapstick-mystery-humor found in Plum novels, Full House is a light romance about
Billie Pearce, a divorced mother of two whose life is turned upside-down when she meets
millionaire newspaperman and ladies’ man Nick Kaharchek -- and falls head over heels for
him. And before she has a moment to think about what’s going on, she’s housing Nick’s
crazy cousin, Deedee, and fighting off Nick’s jealous ex-fiancee, who seems determined to
get him back.
If you’re looking for a serious romance novel, this isn’t
for you. But if you’re looking for a light, easy, entertaining read, Full House
wouldn’t be a bad pick. There’s humor and a little bit of mystery -- and even a few
professional wrestlers. The characters aren’t quite as real and fun as in Evanovich’s
Plum novels -- in fact, Billie’s constant waffling is a bit annoying (though, to be
honest, her constantly changing inner monologue is pretty accurate for a woman). But
don’t trust the reviews from bitter Plum fans. Full House isn’t a bad book at all
-- though if you’re a Plum fan, you do need to keep an open mind.
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