I’d almost given up on Stephanie Plum. Much as I loved the first six or seven books, by book ten the formula was getting old and there didn’t seem to be anywhere to go.

Book thirteen won me back to the fanbase by the simple expedience of having a good plot.

Although all the Stephanie Plum novels are crime stories of sorts, most of them have been character and humour driven. We wait for Stephanie to blow up another car, burn down another building, mess up another takedown with an endearing level of haplessness amateurism. The main plot element was often which of the two men in her life she will give herself to.

Book thirteen has a plot ad quite a good plot at that. All your favourite characters are still there, but now they have a purpose again.