The Heist; Janet Evanovich & Lee Goldberg, 2013; Bantam Books, NY
I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve yet to read a Janet Evanovich novel, be it Stephanie Plum or Lizzy Tucker, that required a great deal of brain cells to navigate. That rude statement being said, I’ve also never read a Janet Evanovich-Stephanie Plum-Lizzy Tucker novel, I didn’t like. Call me schizophrenic, but if I need to kick back and unplug my mind from writing, researching and all the other brain sucking things authors must do through out the day, the last thing I want to do is pick up a book that challenges what few active brain cells I’ve still got functioning – without the aid of stimulants, legal or otherwise.
Now that we have that TMI out-of-the-way, let’s get on with the review.
Loved it! Loved it! Loved it!
Like everything else Evanovich, and now her cohort Lee Goldberg, has written, this new series has all the ingredients for a fast paced, funny, I-can’t-wait-until-the-next-book, gotta read it.
Throughout its entire 304 pages, characters FBI Special Agent Kate O’Hare and her nemesis con-man Nicolas Fox, lead us on a marry chase with a butt-kicking heroin, a smooth talkin ladies man and enough love-hate-wish-we-could-but-can’t romance, to keep the pages turning fast enough to generate a little smoke of their own.
On my readers scale of 1-5 stars, I’m giving The Heist 3.5 stars for being a good read, and 4 stars for never disappointing.