by Janet Evanovich
I’ve been critical of Evanovich’s golden-goose series about bounty hunter Stephanie Plum because each new installment contains the same-old, same-old: Cars blow up, relationships stall, and Stephanie remains the immature ditz. And yet I keep on reading the books.
Maybe it’s because Notorious feels a bit fresher than recent entries – more introspection; fewer unrealistic situations – but I’m beginning to rethink my complaints. I’ve been expecting the Plum characters to evolve, but really, should the goofballs on I Love Lucy have “evolved”? Should Lucy have matured, Ricky calmed down, and Fred run off with a mistress? Perhaps it’s better if some things never change.
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