Se la malinconia e l'ansia devi scacciar/il libro della Evanovich ti dovrai procurar!Se cerchi risate/con l'Evanovich ne avrai assicurate!Se ami i personaggi matti e strampalati/con l'Evanovich ne troverai di davvero svitati!Amo la Evanovich e quindi ho riesumato la mia vis poetica (... XD) per creare un sonetto con rima baciata in suo onore.. :DEhhh, lo so.Ma quando l'ispirazione divina ti scende in petto.. Come resisterle?! :DIo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo amo (AMO!) la Evanovich. E' una scrittrice grandiosa, davvero!Riesce a creare situazioni paradossali su situazioni paradossali, tanto per cominciare. Ad ogni pagina, è lì pronta a stenderti con una nuova trovata geniale.. Non ti annoi mai, quando Stephanie è nei guai! :D (Ok, basta Serena).Poi niente, i personaggi sciroccati. Gli INNUMEREVOLI personaggi sciroccati!! Ho un debole per loro!!Mi fanno ridere come un'indemoniata e durante la lettura ad un certo punto mi sono accorta di avere il sorrisetto ebete da almeno mezz'ora.. XDDi sicuro è un libro (anzi, una serie!) adatta a combattere il malumore.. Leggi una ventina di pagine e puff! Ti senti meglio con te stesso, con il tempo, con lo studio, con il mondo intero.. :DStephanie, nonna Mazur, Lula, Sally.. Non so chi mi ha fatto più ridere e chi ho amato di più, davvero! Mi è presa una voglia matta di essere a Trenton lì con loro e spassarmela..Discorso a parte (come al solito, sto diventando prevedibile!) va a Joe Morelli. La sexitudine fatta persone (ma è anche tenero, aaaw! ç_ç) Il co-protagonista che tutti vorremmo avere come vicino di casa. Mi ha stregato, giuro! Continuo a considerarlo uno dei migliori personaggi che ho incontrato.. Anche se, ahimé, avrebbe pure potuto comparire un po' di più.. Di sicuro insieme a Stephanie formano la coppia più bella di sempre! :DE poi, finalmente, dopo quattro libri finalmente Joe e Stephanie.. Insomma.. Sììììììììììììììììììììììììììììììì!!!!! ♥Certo, anche Ranger come personaggio maschile è interessante.. Mmmm...Ok, basta cianciare. Leggete la serie della Evanovich e fatevi conquistare dal suo strambo mondo! L'unica cosa è che dà dipendenza. Cavolo, già mi mancano tutti quanti. Soprattutto Stephanie. E Joe. E Lula. E nonna Mazur. Insomma, tutti ç_ç"Oi", he said. "This heat! I can't breathe. Somebody should od something".I assumed he was talking about God."That weatherman on the morning news. He should be shot. How can I go out in weather like this?"I was glad I owned a gun, because when I got as old as Mr Landowsky I was going to eat a bullet.I looked in my cupboard, but there were no Pop-Tarts. No cookies, no cereal, no cans of spaghetti, no soup, no extra jars of peanut butter. A piece of paper was taped to the cupboard door. It was a shopping list. IT said "Buy everything".I took the note down and shoved it into my bag so I wouldn't forget what i needed and slung the bag over my shoulder."When was the last time you saw Terry?""About a week ago. I rano into her in Fiorello's Deli. She was wearing a little denim skirt, and she looked very fine but she's not the woman in my life right now".I narrowed my eyes. "So who is the woman in your life now?""You".I could go to New York or Vegas with Lula and Sally and never be noticed. In Atlantic City it was like trying to blend in with Sigfried and Roy and five of their tigers.We came onto the floor, four abreast, letting the noise wash over us, taking it all in . . . the mirrored ceiling, the 3-D carpet, the flashing lights, and hustling, swirling crowds of people. We moved through the room and old men walked into walls, pit bosses turned silent, waitresses stopped in their tracks, chips were dropped on the floor and women stared with the sort of open-mouthed curiosity usually reserved for train wrecks. As if they'd never seen a seven-foot transvestite and a two-hundred-pound black woman with blond baloney curls all dressed up like Cher on a bad day.Do I know how to conduct an undercover operation, or what?The kid pulled a Buck knife out of his pants pocket. "How about giving me your purse, bitch?"Sally hiked up his skirt, reached into his briefs and pulled out a Glock. "How about using that knife to slice off your balls?"Lula whipped a gun out of her red satin purse and Grandma hauled out her .45 long-barrel."Day my make, punk," Grandma said."Hey, I don't want any trouble," the kid said. "We were just having some fun.""I want to shoot him," Sally said. "Nobody'll tell, right?""No fair," Lula said. "I want to shoot him.""Okay," Grandma said. "On the count of three, we'll all shoot him.""No shooting!" I said.I'm a firm believer in denial. My reasoning is why deal with unpleasantness today when you could get hit by a bus tomorrow. And if you procrastinate long enough, maybe the issue will go away. Unfortunately, this issue wasn't going away. This issue was beyond denial. This issue was fucking depressing. I could call Ranger, but no one knows where Ranger lives. If Ranger took me in for the night, he'd probably have to kill me in the morning to make sure his secret was safe.They definitely didn't want me sticking my nose into their business. Which meant either they had something to hide or else they didn't like me. Since I couldn't imagine anyone not liking me, I was going to assume they had something to hide. My mother and grandmother were at the door, watching us get in the car. They stood backs straight, hands clasped. Lips pressed tight together. Good Hungarian women. My mother wondering where she went wrong, wondering why I was riding around with a man wearing rhinestone earrings. My grandmother wishing she was with us.