Twelve Sharp by Janet Evanovich

Evanovich, Janet. Twelve Sharp. New York: St. Martin’s Press. 2006.

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(Note: books are rated from one to five smiley faces, one being a book I didn’t like very much, and five being a book I loved.)

I’ve enjoyed Janet Evanovich for years. Not great literature, by any means, but she is great fun. It’s summer. We all need a little fun right now, don’t we? It had been way too long since I’d read a Stephanie Plum mystery, and I had almost forgotten just how much fun they are. For a while there, I thought that Evanovich was losing her touch, just cranking them out to appease her publisher, but I really liked the 11th one, and this one was really good, too, with its stolen identities and Ranger and Morelli (the two boys in Stephanie’s life) playing off each other. Who cares if these two men are completely unrealistic, acting in ways no man would ever act? After all, for years and years, we’ve been reading  books and watching movies written and made by men that center around male fantasies, with female characters who act in ways that no woman would ever act. I say we can’t get enough unrealistic male characters in our “escapist” reading to make up for that.

This is “escapist” fiction at its best. I wouldn’t want the danger in Stephanie’s life, and I’m not tough enough to punch and shoot people, nor do I have any desire whatsoever to be a bounty hunter, which is what she is, but the rest of her life I could certainly handle. Lots of great food that never seems to make her too fat. Hilarious friends and family members from all walks of life. Her own apartment, not too far from the comfort of the home in which she was raised, whenever she needs to retreat to it. Oh yeah, and two gorgeous, sexy men constantly vying for her attention. Who couldn’t get used to all that? Does a woman have to be a bounty hunter in order to have it?

I found myself chuckling quite a lot while reading this one. I like it best when Stephanie is out with her bounty hunter sidekick Lula, and this book definitely had some great scenes involving those two. I was also happy that Stephanie’s car didn’t get destroyed. That’s been a theme throughout the series, one that was getting old, and Evanovich (or maybe her editor. For some inexplicable reason, I always like to give as much credit to editors as possible) seems to have been smart enough to realize that. Now, the big challenge is going to be to keep myself from reading the next two lickety split (I like to savor books in series)…