I just got back from a cruise on Holland America through the southern Caribbean. I debated about taking my laptop with me but decided against it at the last minute. Instead, I took books. Lots of books. Lots of Avon books, to be exact, since I am one of the first crop of “Avon Addicts.” Avon kindly sent me a boxful of books that, I confess, I wouldn’t have chosen myself. The results were mixed. The librarian on the Maasdam is now the recipient of the books I finished on board, and I bet he is still shaking his head.
One of the books was Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman by JB Lynn. To call this quirky is an understatement. A woman who is trying to raise money to paythe exhorbitant medical bills of her comatose niece encounters a New Jersey mob boss, a cop gone rogue, a talking lizard (no, sorry, an anole) and a Doberman with the grammar problems of a non-native speaker. I so wish I had the skewed mind to come up with an idea like this.
Thumbs up on this one.
