To Kiss a Spy by Jane Feather
Well, here’s a lot of fuss and melodramatic gullibility that lead up to nothing big.

Well, here’s a lot of fuss and melodramatic gullibility that lead up to nothing big.

It’s better than the previous book, for what that’s worth.

Now we know that fat women can be just as boring as skinny ones.

Mommy, the agents are still bickering! Make them stop!

And hey, here’s my awesome finger!

Made of baloney.

With a caveman boor of a hero in here, who’s getting lucky, exactly?

So much sugar, it’s dangerous!

Sigh, another story where the author can’t or won’t get the reality TV thing right.

The author’s brand of comedy is from another planet, one where English is the sixth language.
