One of the lighter, laugh-out-loud series that I have read are the Stephanie Plum books (One for the Money, Two For the Dough, Three to Get Deadly....) by Janet Evanovich. Last night I finished reading Eleven On Top and I am done with this series. It is the latest, so there is currently no Twelve of anything book out, and I hope it stays that way. I have up to this point enjoyed the series. Stephanie is a hapless bounty hunter from New Jersey; she has a nutty family and her cars keep blowing up. Her grandma is obsessed with visiting the funeral parlor and packs a gun. These things that used to be endearing, that added a bit of spice to the story are now an overused crutch. It seemed the author didn't know what to do with this book. In much the same way as the main character is going through an identity crisis, not knowing what to do with her life, the author didn't know how to write the story. There are a couple of hundred pages of writing, but no story. She has stopped developing a couple of the characters. One spent all his time uttering "Babe". I kid you not. Every time he said that, and only that, it was like someone running their nails down a chalkboard. Nice effort on rounding that character out.
Nope, I've had it.
Of course, it is easy for me to say I won't read the next one now! We'll see what happens when she churns it out.