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418 pages, ebook
Published November 2, 2015


My level of excitement/understanding:
Where could I find a life as exciting as a detective novel? Or at least a pop song?Nothing special, but the second question got my attention. Tommy Kelsey might be my kind of guy after all -- the reference to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy at the bottom of the page just sealed the deal.
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.”Tommy grabs a few essentials (his guitar, some records, clothing, etc.), throws them in the trunk of his restored Plymouth Barracuda (with a 426 Hemi V8 ) and hits the road to some unknown destination. He's not on the road before too long before he picks up a hitchhiker -- a potentially dangerous move, but he's clearly in an impulsive mood -- and he's clearly attracted to her. In an attempt to impress Mona Meyers, he says that he's a Private Investigator named Tommy Cuda (Kelsey didn't seem like a name worthy of her, and the nearby dashboard provided the inspiration he needed). Mona's intrigued by that and hires him to find someone for her once they reach Chicago.
Mom was okay. I didn’t think so back in high school, but she seemed smarter now.
Find me, Tommy— M.
Now I knew why private eyes in novels were always smoking a cigarette: it was nerve-wracking having no idea what was going on.I enjoyed watching him flounder around, trying to figure out how to do this thing that he's read about and watched movies about, but is honestly clueless. about. Yet somehow -- with a little help from his friends -- he gets the job done. Sure, the ladies threw themselves at him in a way that was tough to believe, but that goes with the genre territory.