Tired of her life as a corporate attorney in wintry Ohio, December Vaughn ups sticks to Florida and tries to set up independent practice, assisted by her high school friend and former pageant contestant Max. But she didn't plan on half her clientele being disgruntled retiree friends of Aunt Celia, her belongings going AWOL with a temperamental removalist, a class action suit against a multinational drug company, a cute PI, the Old Boy (and Girl) network operating among the Florida Bar Association, or thugs trying to kill her. as the blurb says, it's enough to give a girl split ends!
I really hate that cutesy someone's-shooting-at-me-and-darn-I-chipped-my-nail-polish thing that is so prevalent in chick lit. That and a freakish obsession with designer shoes - Sex in the City has a lot to answer for.
Fortunately, though December meets the mandatory beauty requirements, she is three dimensional, is capable of rational thought, and the plot (though far-fetched) is believable. Unlike the rave commentary accompanying the book, I won't go so far as to label Blonds Have More Felons brilliant, laugh out loud funny or (God help us all) a romp, but it was a well executed and entertaining example of the genre. - Alex
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