I couldn't stick with Janet Evanovich's Full House. After praising her Stephanie Plum series, this earlier work fell flat. Which was completely unexpected since I've liked several of her other "screwball comedy" novels.
There was only one thing to do: go out and buy Charlaine Harris's From Dead to Worse, which was the book that I was missing before I can read the book I coerced Cody into buying for me. I bought this one myself, so I've already broken my no-book-buying rule. Sigh. What's a girl with an addiction like mine to do?
Indulge is the word that comes to mind. I'm several chapters into FDtW and loving it.