Book Review; Motor Mouth, Janet Evanovich

Another Alex Barnaby tale, this time based around the Stock Car world of on/off lover, Max Hooker. Lightly technical stuff is dispensed as the excuse for a plot which is enlivened by several deceased characters, the threat of deceasement (Why not? I haven’t invented a new word for days!) to the heroes and heroines and many chases in and around Miami.

The baddies are bad, the goodies are good and the goodies win, as they should.

Hooker is totally incorrigible. “Hooker kissed me, and somehow, when I wasn’t paying attention, his hand had wandered to my breast. Turns out race-car drivers also aren’t good with no. No isn’t a word they entirely comprehend.”

Evanovich is still light, trite, full of commas and very fluffy but her books are a fun way to spend an hour or two.