Today’s Booking Through Thursday question is: What’s the funniest book you’ve read recently?
I’m currently reading To the Nines by Janet Evanovich, and it is, hands down, the funniest book I’ve read in a long time. All of the Stephanie Plum mysteries are humorous, but some are more laugh-out-loud funny than others. Here’s just one scene that had me laughing out loud until my husband looked at my like I was crazy (Quick background: Stephanie, Lula, and Connie are in Las Vegas tracking down a skip, and they go to see Tom Jones perform):
The minute Jones came onstage Lula went ape-sh*t. Lula didn’t care about anything but Tom Jones. “Hey, Tom, honey, look over here,” she yelled out. “Look at Lula!”
All around us women were throwing room keys and panties onto the stage. And then from the corner of my eye I caught sight of Lula pitching a giant hot-pink satin thong at Tom Jones. It was the biggest thong I’d ever seen. It was a King Kong thong. It hit Tom Jones square in the face. Wap!
“Holy crap,” Connie said.
Tom Jones staggered back a step, snagged the thong from off his face, looked at it, and forgot the words to the song he was singing. The band was playing, but Tom Jones was just standing there looking at the thong.
“Maybe I should throw my bra, too,” Lula said.
“No!” Connie and I said, worried Tom Jones would go into cardiac arrest at the sight. “Not a good idea. Overkill.”
Tom Jones snapped out of his coma, stuffed the thong into his tux pocket, and went back to singing.
“I don’t think Tom Jones looks all that good,” Connie said to me. “He looks different somehow. Like he’s had a face-lift that went wrong.”
“And he’s sort of fat,” I said. “And he can’t sing anymore.”
“That’s blasphemous to say about Tom Jones,” Lula said. “You can’t go dissin’ Tom Jones.”
Wayne leaned across Lula. “It’s not Tom Jones. I thought you knew that. It’s a Tom Jones impersonator. They’re having a convention here, too.”
“What?” Lula yelled. “I gave my underpants to an impostor?”