Missing Mona

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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I can't put my finger on why (I probably needed to take a few more minutes between books), but the first page or two of this book really turned me off – five or six paragraphs in, and I was already groaning at the length of this book. And then I hit the line:

Where could I find a life as exciting as a detective novel? Or at least a pop song?

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

She held my shoulder with her right hand. “You just celebrated your last twenty-something birthday. You see the big three-oh coming at you down the long highway of life, so you want to run away to find something before old age pins you to the mat.” She smiled and let go. “And makes you cry uncle.”

Mom was okay. I didn't think so back in high school, but she seemed smarter now.

Find me, Tommy— M.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Now I knew why private eyes in novels were always smoking a cigarette: it was nerve-wracking having no idea what was going on.

Missing Mona

Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book from the author in exchange for a fair review, which was awfully generous of him, and it's really appreciated.