by MaryJanice Davidson
Ok, 3.5 stars. You know those old James Bond movies? The ones where you snicker now at the thoughts of Her Majesty's Secret Service giving a crap about some organization cornering the market for monosodium glutamate (yes; that was actually a plot once)? Well, while the bad guy wasn't actually aft...
Book two is just as strangely funny. Why do the heroines in her stories seem so klutzy and bumbling? Are people really like this? I guess the must be this way. It's whacky and goofy which is cute. I think I may be outgrowing Ms. Davidson though.