I’ve read other books in this series about a seemingly shallow ultra-appearance-conscious fictional beautician from Lehigh, Pennsylvania. Bubbles may come across as shallow and dumb, but she’s not, as any of the criminals she’s helped catch would tell you.
In this adventure, Debbie Shatsky is in the chair at Sandy’s beauty salon getting her hair done. She is, as is her habit, raving about the perfections of her husband, Phil. Phil even watches Lifetime movies with her and cries at the appropriate places. But the raving ends abruptly as Debbie suffers an allergic reaction to the glue Sandy uses to install her extensions. She dies before the ambulance can get there, and Sandy, who owns the salon, becomes the chief suspect.
Naturally, Bubbles must clear Sandy. She has problems of her own. She works part-time at the local newspaper as a writer, and her domestic situation isn’t sweetness and calm. Her ex-husband, Dan, demands remarriage for the sake of their neurotic teenage daughter, Jane; Bubbles is in love with Steve, a reporter for the Associated Press, and there’s a Santa Claus in a Mercedes who repeatedly tries to kill Bubbles.
If this sounds like slapstick, mayhem, and silliness, it is. But this series doesn’t really want you to take it seriously. It’s brain candy designed to brig a smile or two, and it at least accomplishes that. So, is this as good as or better than the unparalleled Stephanie Plum? Since I despise Stephanie Plum books, I’m in no position to say. This was ok.