Years ago, I used to hang out with my friend Rick, and weird things always happened. One time we were at some restaurant on Route 5 (don’t ask me where—I wasn’t driving), and a Christmas wreath jumped off the wall and landed right in my dinner. No warning. Just—plop. Stuff like that happened to us all the time.
That’s exactly what reading Fearless Fourteen felt like. Stephanie Plum is basically the book version of that chaos. She's not graceful, she's not coordinated, but she’s got heart—and a knack for getting into trouble for what feels like good reasons at the time. Whether she’s hauling in skips, dodging explosions, or juggling two very different men, Stephanie somehow always manages to land on her feet (usually while something’s on fire nearby).
This one was light on the romance, which I appreciated—because I’m not a fan of pages and pages of steamy scenes. What it was heavy on? Laughs. Real, full-body, ugly-laughing laughs. Grandma Mazur is in fine form, Mooner is out there living his best cosmic life, and the whole gang is back with their usual blend of disaster and loyalty.
Honestly, I need to read more Evanovich—especially this time of year, when the end-of-school madness sets in, the kids go full gremlin, and I start to remember why teachers drink.
Highly recommended if your life needs a little laughter and a lot of lightly criminal mischief.
