A confectionary of brigadeiro, quindim, pacoca, raspadinha and pe-de-maleque liberally mixed with thriller clichés, covered with a sweet topping of repressed romance, dollops of American jingoism along with a sprinkle of evil. Enjoy!
Mark Haddon channels Tolstoy. “Every family is dysfunctional, but dysfunctional in its own way.” I read Haddon because he’s supposed to be “good.” Skillful? Yes. Enjoyable or edifying? Not this book. None of my friends would thank me afterwards if I recommended this book to them.
Charmingly original and innovative take on a police unit set up to monitor the crimes of Nursery Rhyme characters; only bears strung out on illegal quantities of porridge laced with illicit honey could not enjoy it.
Canned whip cream, with chocolate sauce, candy sprinkles and maraschino cherries all mixed together in a designer cup but … sheesh … Evanovitch, do you you just recycle the same characters for each series and change names?