I loved the TV series, Monk. I watched it religiously when it was on the air and I own the entire series on DVD. I know - kinda nerdy - but Monk was such a great character.
So when I saw this book while browsing through the library, I decided to give it a shot. The thing is, though, what made the show so funny and the character so endearing was due, in great part to the visual, watching Monk try to avoid a classroom full of laser pen-wielding students or wearing a white hazmat suit to avoid some minor problem.
And, unfortunately, that doesn't translate all that well to a book. It just isn't the same reading about Monk wandering the streets of Los Angeles wearing a gas-mask as it would be to see it. I mean, it's still funny, just not as funny.
The other thing about the book - I'm not sure that anyone who hasn't seen the show would appreciate all the different characters, Natalie, Sharona, Stottlemyer, Randy and especially Monk. Again, it's the visual, Stottlemyer's moustache, or the audio with Sharona's accent. If you have never seen the show (and if you haven't, you should really do yourself a favour and rent it), much of the book would probably seem incomprehensible.
Still, if you're a fan, any Monk is good Monk and, as much as I didn't think the book did real justice to the show, I enjoyed it. It's a quick, fun read and now I think I'll pull out my DVDs, pop a big bowl of pop corn and settle in to a night of the funniest (and smartest) OCD-afflicted detective to ever grace the small screen.