December was a busy
month. (Though I am proud to say none of that busyness had to do with a
premature ejaculation of a “Best Books I Read in 2015” list. Harrumph.) A
couple of much-anticipated books also disappointed. (None by anyone I know
personally, thankfully.) So it’s a short list this month.
Island
of the Sequined Love Nun,
Christopher Moore. Moore is always good for inspired lunacy. This one has to do
with a disgraced pilot who lost his American pilot’s license after crash
landing as a result of helping a hooker join the Mile-High Club. (Don’t ask.)
He gets a job with a “missionary” who provides “medical services” to a cargo
cult on a remote Pacific Island. As with most of Moore’s work, describing much
of what the characters do screams out for surrounding quotation marks. Great
fun.
It’s
Beginning to Look a Lot Like Murder, Jeff Markowitz. I generally avoid cozies but I know Jeff and thought
his brand of off-kilter humor might make one bearable. More than bearable, he
combines intertwining characters and plot lines to make coincidence a key plot,
as you come to half anticipate what’s coming next, though not quite. Judicious
sprinkles of irony, puns, and well-timed authorial asides flavor a story that
would hold the interest on its own. I’ll be back for more.
Okay, 2015 is over,
so I can safely comment on which books I read and liked best. Not today. I
already wrote a post for today. I’ll post it on Thursday or your next year’s
subscription is free.
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