Janet pulled me from Ben

I am sure you have been waiting patiently for my comments regarding the latest biography of Benjamin Franklin. I must admit I was dragged away just before Ben crossed the Atlantic, back to England, (without his wife,) during the early years of the reign of George III. It was by a Tasteycake of a book called Ten Big Ones by Janet Evanovich. Being an admitted addict of her books, I will sadly say, without giving away the plot, such as there is, this was my least favorite of the Stephanie Plum books. The characters were rubberstamps of themselves, there was no conclusion, the laughs were much thinner than usual and the end, well it just plain sucked. There I said it. Of course, I would not have given up a chance to read it for anything, and I look forward to the next book, Eleven whatever, where she, Janet that is, will redeem herself. It was the ending, that literally came out of nowhere, that was most disappointing. Did you ever get the feeling an author was tired of writing and just wrapped things up, sometimes neatly, sometimes not? This was it. It was worse than the Johnny Depp film where he walks through the brightly lit castle doorway with no explanation as to why and what happens afterward. For those of you who have read the book, I ask you: aren't you a tad curious about what happened at the shower. Where did she sleep that night? With whom, etc... And does Joe wear boxers or briefs? These are all very important to the plot, to the character development, to my sleep. It was like opening a box of Twinkies, only to find one missing and the one left without filling. You would still eat the Twinkie, but you would certainly examine the next package carefully, very carefully. Back to Ben... =30=