My eldest daughter, for some unknown reason, loves to read these things and leaves them lying around, and I happen to have the unfortunate disposition that, when I feel like reading, I am apt to pick up the nearest book I can find--and, once I start reading it, I have to finish it. I suspect that most educated people would regard this as trash, but I have found in the past that Ms. Anderson tells a pretty good story, if you can overlook the gratuitous sex, and this is certainly no exception: it’s a rollicking tale and probably the most gratuitous sex scenes I have come across.
The story features two identical twins (even to the point of having identical lipstick tattoos on their fannies) who just happen to be luscious redheads. One is a fluffhead who always gets in trouble and grew up to be a chorus dancer in a Miami nightclub run by a mobster; the other is prudent and sensible and gets a job reaching the deaf on the other side of the country, to get away from her sister. That doesn’t work, however; when the bad twin gets into serious trouble, she flies to the good sister for help, as usual, with the result that when the bounty hunter comes to get her, she jumps out the window and lets the bounty hunter take her sister; unfortunately, he is low on funds, so he has to travel by Greyhound bus. The bad twin eventually has a change of heart and decides she has to try to rescue her sister, with the help of her boyfriend, a bouncer from the nightclub--but the mobster boss in the meanwhile has sent his henchman to kill the bad twin, so he starts chasing after the good one, too. All’s well that ends well all over again, but Shakespeare probably could have done it better.