I picked up Dave Barry’s second novel, Tricky Business, yesterday. Somewhat to my surprise, there wasn’t a single booger joke in the entire book; however, other bodily secretions played pivotal roles in the plot. Not that there was a lot of plot — but what there was moved right along; the whole book only took me a couple of hours to read. And there were two things which made the book special for me:
- I lived in South Florida for eight years, and so the local color rang true, and
- I borrowed the book from the library.
Go thou and do likewise.