a hundred degrees

Hard Eight

I finished listening to Janet Evanovich's Hard Eight. At the beginning of the book I thought, "boy this is some rotten writing." By the end, I was a little more forgiving of the writing (probably just more impressed with the reader), but the plotting seemed pointless. It's one of those "stuff happens" plots. Kind of like a mystery, but nobody really solves anything. Maybe this is just the way mysteries are done these days. Nobody likes a showoff detective. Except of course all those fans of Vincent D'Onofrio on "Law & Order Criminal Intent," or Tony Shalhoub on "Monk."