This is a classic Stephanie Plum novel. All of the elements that make these books a fun read are here with just the right balance.
Stephanie and Lulu stumble disastrously through attempts to capture a man in his sixties who is sure he is a vampire and a large man, often naked, usually high and never pleased to be asked to reconfirm his trial date.
The Morrelli or Ranger or both question remains solidly open and Stephanie’s mother adds complexity by introducing Stephanie to a nice neighbourhood boy, recently returned home, who’s greatest desire seems to be to cook for Stephanie. Morrelli’s grandmother pushes the action off the chart when she not only puts the evil eye on Stephanie, but curses her with the vordoo, which makes her hunger for more sex than even she can handle.
Of course cars blow up, funeral homes are visited and at least three people seem to be trying to kill Stephanie.
“Smoking Seventeen” is like returning to a favourite dish and finding that it tastes just as good as you remember it.