Janet Evanovich’s books never fail to make me laugh. Out loud. Her formula hasn’t changed much from One for the Money all the way to her latest, Top Secret Twenty-One. Stephanie Plum’s car will always get blown up at least once. Her pal Lula will always need to stop for a fast food fix. Her grandma will always have a funeral home viewing at which to see and be seen.
It’s all in the turn of a phrase. Evanovich’s inventive details convey every bit as much as Stephanie’s on-again, off-again love interest Ranger does with a single, “Babe.”
The plots do have a grounding in reality. This one has human trafficking at its base. And while Stephanie has grown more competent as a bail skip enforcer over the series, she is no Wonder Woman with super powers.
Still it isn’t the realism or mystery that attracts me over and over. It’s the quirkiness. And maybe Ranger. I’d put him on my bucket list too.