More beguiling criminal diversion from the ever-dependable Janet Evanovich, Metro Girl
may not introduce any new elements into the quirky Evanovich universe, but fans wont give a damn--all the usual fingerprints are well in evidence. Previously, her carefully numbered Stephanie Plum novels offered real delight for those who could get past the arch name of the heroine, and her brilliantly drawn New Jersey settings were counterbalanced by machine-tooled plotting and a cherishable sardonic wit.
Metro Girl has a slew of unlikely elements stirred into a heady brew: treasures sunk beneath the ocean, bloody murder and (believe it or not) a highly sensuous stock car racer. The unreliable Wild Bill Barnaby has vanished, and his not-to-be-messed with sister Alex makes her way to Miami to track him down. Alex fights to keep body and soul together in the sultry climate, as both unmanageable coiffure and vicious thugs threaten her equilibrium. She discovers that Bill unwisely appropriated the yacht of the formidable Sam Hooker, and Sam realises that keeping close to Alex may lead him to Bill, with a little score-settling on the menu. Soon, both are heading into dangerous waters (both literally and figuratively) with Cuban gold and leftovers from the Cuban missile crisis making things very hot for the protagonists.
Alex is one hell of a heroine, and the perfect conduit for the reader through the unlikely (but strangely plausible) narrative. Youve heard books described as a wild ride before--this is one time where that description really fits the bill. Get your ticket and climb aboard--and dont forget your hairspray.--Barry Forshaw
Praise for Janet Evanovich:
‘Hilarious reading, with a gorgeous fistful of believable and only occasionally murderous eccentrics’ Mail on Sunday
‘Evanovich’s comic surrealism is in the same league as Carl Hiaasen’s’ Marcel Berlins, The Times
‘Janet Evanovich’s name raises expectations of a laughaloud story… an entertaining frolic’ Sunday Telegraph
‘Punchy, saucy and stacks of fun’ Mirror
‘The pace never flags, the humour is grandly surreal and the dialogue fairly sizzles off the page’ Irish Times