Full House

"Full House," took me about three hours to read, cover to cover, and thankfully I was only in public for about forty minutes of that, on a bus. I laughed out loud at least once a chapter at Evanovich's typical slapstick style of storytelling - enough to earn strange looks from the other passengers on the bus.

This is no Stephanie Plum mystery - and I didn't go into it expecting one, which I think many others might have and would explain the overall low rating this book received. I enjoyed it as what it was: crazy fun romantic hijinks with impossibly neurotic characters aplenty. When you put in a blonde bombshell airhaid into the home of a strict but fair schoolteacher, add in a young genius who blows things up, a wrestler and his wrestling buddies, a polo-teaching rich man and his crazy ex-fiance, and, of course, an ineffective bug killer, you can't help but set the stage for typical Evanovich fallout. When the schoolteacher falls for the playboy, despite the airhead's attempts to set her up with "Big John" the anatomically exaggerated wrestler, things are sure to fire up as zany as ever.

My one real frustration with the book was how terribly it was edited. Nick, the love interest of our heroine, is referred to as Neil a few times (why would you have to change the name of the character when this book was re-written?), and there are a large enough number of other small mistakes that derailed my train of thought just often enough to make me drop this review from four stars to three.

This book was candy, not a three-course meal, and as a candy-book, it was wonderful. You read it quickly, enjoy it, and then move on to another book. Go in expecting a light and quick read, and you'll be happy.
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