"Out of bail skippers and rent money, Stephanie throws caution to the wind and follows in the entrepreneurial bootsteps of Super Bounty Hunter, Ranger, engaging in morally correct and marginally legal enterprises. So, a scumball blows himself to smithereens on her first day of policing a crack house and the sheik she was chauffeuring stole the limo. But hey, nobody's perfect!"
Stephanie Plum is certainly not perfect. But this series is almost. I'm pacing myself, to prevent me tearing through, racing for the next juicy instalment. It's a bit like your family's favourite fast food place - something for everyone. Stephanie herself, a hot bounty hunter, who has bad hair days and bad car days (they get blown up). Hunky Joe Morelli who seems to be constantly shaking his head at Stephanie. Grandma Mazur, who supplies guns, funerals to socialise at and her own brand of feminism. And what's not to love about Stephanie's family, including Mom, who is always persuading various men to stay for dinner - when Stephanie's invited, all the cousins and extended family and of course the colleagues at the "office", who range in expertise from filing to helping Stephanie apprehend bail skippers.
It's good clean (ok not always) fun. And I'm lovin' it.