Not really a review, just wanted to say that I enjoyed this book, _Don't Look Down_ by Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer.
I went to Amazon to get the link and noticed that it's getting trashed in the reviews by people who have been fans of Crusie's romance novels. I can see why they were upset but I hope she continues to collaborate with Mayer because all I can say is "your loss is my gain."
I'm also going to be looking for Mayer's books written as Robert Doherty to check them out.
_Don't Look Down_ is a silly novel that had me laughing or trying not to let the kids see I was crying... The laughs weren't belly laughs and the tears weren't heart wrenching sobs... It was just fun. And it *was* a romance.
With guns.
And knives.
And Wonder Woman action figures with matching "wonder wear" underwear.
And the items the international terrorist was shipping to the Russian mob boss? Pre-colombian jade penises.
At least two people get eaten by an alligator named Moot.
Anyhow, the people who didn't like this won't like the next one either, pre-viewed in the back (I have a love-hate relationship with this "pre-view" practice,) called _Agnes and the Hitman_. Agnes thinks she's crazy, and her court appointed psychologist isn't helping. She keeps nearly killing men with frying pans, but it's not her fault, and she *was* hitting the dead guy with a frying pan but that's not what killed him. Her only friend is an aging mob enforcer who calls in a favor, namely his nephew, to protect her. The nephew, it seems, is a assassin (though I'm betting he turns out to be with the good guys.) She hits *him* with a frying pan, too.
Can't wait. :-)
I went to Amazon to get the link and noticed that it's getting trashed in the reviews by people who have been fans of Crusie's romance novels. I can see why they were upset but I hope she continues to collaborate with Mayer because all I can say is "your loss is my gain."
I'm also going to be looking for Mayer's books written as Robert Doherty to check them out.
_Don't Look Down_ is a silly novel that had me laughing or trying not to let the kids see I was crying... The laughs weren't belly laughs and the tears weren't heart wrenching sobs... It was just fun. And it *was* a romance.
With guns.
And knives.
And Wonder Woman action figures with matching "wonder wear" underwear.
And the items the international terrorist was shipping to the Russian mob boss? Pre-colombian jade penises.
At least two people get eaten by an alligator named Moot.
Anyhow, the people who didn't like this won't like the next one either, pre-viewed in the back (I have a love-hate relationship with this "pre-view" practice,) called _Agnes and the Hitman_. Agnes thinks she's crazy, and her court appointed psychologist isn't helping. She keeps nearly killing men with frying pans, but it's not her fault, and she *was* hitting the dead guy with a frying pan but that's not what killed him. Her only friend is an aging mob enforcer who calls in a favor, namely his nephew, to protect her. The nephew, it seems, is a assassin (though I'm betting he turns out to be with the good guys.) She hits *him* with a frying pan, too.
Can't wait. :-)
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Depending on the response to my comments, I was going to rate the degree of obsession it had over you. Off the charts as they say.
So, I had a very nice weekend. Read a pile of books. Didn't even turn on my computer. Didn't check my blog.
*sigh*