I'm not one to laugh out loud. I chortle. I chuckle. I read the amusing bits out loud to my husband. But I rarely laugh out loud. I did with this book, more than once. I'm talking tears rolling down my face and me coughing up phlegm from 1974. This is a VERY funny book. It seems that each book in her series gets better and better. Dare I hope it continues?

This is the continuing saga of wacky Stephanie Plum, girl Bounty Hunter. This time she's traded in her 53 Buick, a pale blue land barge for a pretty little girly truck, that sputters, backfires and stalls causing passersby to call it a "Fartmobile". Every good crime solver needs a side-kick and in the last book Stephanie had her equally wacky grandmother, but this time she's paired up with a big-breasted brass ex-ho keen to learn the ins and outs (I'll just pause here while you think about it)of Bounty Huntering. More like Laurel and Hardy, these two unlikly partners stumble into more dead bodies than a near-sighted mortician.

It seemed an easy retrieval. Uncle Mo, the sweet, elderly owner of the candy store beloved by generations of Burg kids, needed to be brought to justice after he skipped bail. Who ya gonna call? Stephanie Plum. It's a riot of dead bodies, close shaves, coitus again interruptus and enough dinners with the family to make Stephanie's eye twitch.

All in all, a delightful read and really good for loosening phlegm.