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fishpatrolSo those Stephanie Plum books by Janet Evanovich? Awfully addictive. For all that these books are classified under the mystery genre, Stephanie is as incompetent and airheaded as any chick-lit protagonist* (chick lit = my guilty pleasure). Dead bodies aside, the series has a fun cast of characters and you can easily rip through one book in, like, an hour. Also, Grandma Mazur totally steals the show.
For those interested, One for the Money is the first in the series. (I can't really vouch for the entire series since I've only read the first and third books, but still. They were excellent sources for procrastination.)
*-On a slightly unrelated note, I wrote an essay comparing chick-lit to bodice-ripper romance novels for a psych class once -- didn't do too well on it. Probably 'cause I wrote it last minute. Procrastinated a bit much, y'see. Kind of like what I'm doing now. In this respect, cats and rats are smarter than me seeing as how they learn how to avoid the shock/press the food lever eventually. D:
For those interested, One for the Money is the first in the series. (I can't really vouch for the entire series since I've only read the first and third books, but still. They were excellent sources for procrastination.)
*-On a slightly unrelated note, I wrote an essay comparing chick-lit to bodice-ripper romance novels for a psych class once -- didn't do too well on it. Probably 'cause I wrote it last minute. Procrastinated a bit much, y'see. Kind of like what I'm doing now. In this respect, cats and rats are smarter than me seeing as how they learn how to avoid the shock/press the food lever eventually. D:
