I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
I knew my slump was abysmal when it took me two weeks to finish this book. I'm still slumping big time, but at least I managed to finish it before the end of the year. I'm marking this as an accomplishment, as my attention span is worse than Lula's at the moment.
Speaking of Lula, she was my only irritant in this book; her sandwich making 'genius' stretched the boundaries of believability more than her wardrobe usually does, and speaking of her wardrobe, kudos to Evanovich for making me laugh out loud - hard - with the scene in the deli where Lula's fashion choices prove incompatible with waitressing. I haven't laughed that hard since Grandma Mazur shot the turkey.
Otherwise, it was a standard Plum novel, albeit with more Ranger time, which I appreciated. Wulf from the between the numbers novels played a weird cameo part, and the book ended in something of a cliffhanger/lead-in to book 26, which is something new for Evanovich's novels. I tend to dislike these in general, though not enough to get het up about it.
Sad to say this will realistically be my last read for the year 2019, ::sniffle::.