High Five by Janet Evanovich
The formula still works, but Stephanie Plum being a dingbat is getting stale.

The formula still works, but Stephanie Plum being a dingbat is getting stale.

Serial killers are so bae.

This is a better suspense than a romance, for what it’s worth.

And yes, we’re all the lucky ones.

Marry the serial killer and take her down. Easy.

Stephanie Plum can go choke on an egg. We have a new diva in town!

Verdict: blah.

Cowboy hee-ya and other so predictable redneck hi-ya’s.

I can’t imagine why anyone would want to marry the hero.

Whoever gave the author the idea that she makes a good suspense author, should be beaten without hesitation.
