Clutch your chests and call out to ‘Lizabeth, gentle readers, but I bought this book new, in hardcover, and I paid full new bookstore price for it.
Now that you’ve all choked down some nitro and your condition has stabilized, let me tell you why I did. I read another Hiaasen book earlier this year, and I liked what he did, so I bought another. Worth the price.
Hiaasen is unconstrained by series characters and, quite frankly, the bounds of sensibility when he produces his capers, and this is unexceptional in its exceptionality. A biologist on the take from a local farming operation fakes pollution numbers fears his wife has caught on and will ruin it all. So he pitches her from the deck of the ship upon which they’re celebrating, sort of, their second anniversary. Unfortunately, his newly ex-wife was a collegiate swimmer, so she survives the plunge and decides to come back from the grave to make his life problematic.
Chock full of entertaining characters and situations, mostly believable with the right suspension of disbelief (except for one or more moments of “Oh, come on” back story), and a fine addition to my read list, upon which this book is #44 for the year.
I am so smart and literate. Don’t you want to be my friend?
