This book begins with a wild premise. Penny Nichols is a generously proportioned, slightly manic twenty-something who shares her VW van living quarters with a housecat, Ace of Spades, (Spade. Spayed. Get it?) and who is blessed (cursed) with a paranormal talent for sensing whenever danger, death or dismemberment is about to be visited upon a total stranger, thus condemning her to a peripatetic existence, moving from one guilt-inducing episode to the next.
Whew!
I stumbled onto this series by sheer accident, and yes, I’m glad I did. It is fun, quirky, fun, heartfelt, fun, and furthermore fun. As for this particular chapter, it never quite clicked for me, and I found myself feeling indifferent as to who might be out to get who. Still, what did it matter? I had plucky Penny to keep me amused with her breezy, irreverent asides, and I’m sure if I’d started with book numero uno, everything would’ve fallen into place much more gracefully.
Still, as with most first-person narratives, it’s all about The Voice, and I can’t imagine a better vacation than spending a few more hours inside the head of the intrepid Penny Nichols.
Penny. Nickles. Get it?