After wading through two disappointing novellas, its great to be back in the arms of my literary mistress. Janet Evanovich’s ‘Twelve Sharp’ is packed full of classic Lula-isms, misbehaving thongs, deranged women, pervert men … and well, all the things that make Evanovich such a laugh to read.
One observation. I’m up to page 91 and I’ve only just started to work out what this book is about. Remarkable risk-taking. Or perhaps Janet is just so confident by book twelve that she feels she can do anything she wants. And does.