It was 2000. Our house had sold and my new one wasn't ready for me and the kids yet, so we were living with my parent's on the farm. I was back in my old bedroom, where my queensized mattress balanced on top of a double boxspring. I had a bare lightbulb hanging over my bed, rats in the walls, bats in the window casings and squirrels on the roof. Clint and Max shared my brother's old room - sleeping on mattresses on the floor. Drew slept in a princess bed in my sister's old room with my dad on the floor beside him.
One of my happiest memories (there were a few) during this season of my life was discovering Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum. Oh my goodness.
I would be in my bed, late at night, with everyone except the critters fast asleep and read her books. And I would giggle. Chortle. Snicker. Hoot. Cackle. Then laugh. Uncontrollably. Til I couldn't breathe. A real LOL.
For hours. It was pure silliness and it totally tickled my funny bone.
I've read all 18 books in the series and have a mad crush on Morelli. Maybe one on Ranger too. Grandma is a piece of work, and I think I'd like to have Stephanie as a friend.
Last week a couple friends and I went to see the movie version of Janet's first book: One for the Money:
Siggggghhh.
I didn't laugh. Or fall in love with Morelli. Or Ranger. Grandma was annoying. And Katherine is NOT Stephanie.
Save your money. Go buy the book.
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