On my summer vacation, I read Prather's Case of the Vanishing Beauty and
found it just as you described it. The "tomatoes" stuff isn't annoying, and
the piles upon piles of metaphors are indeed funny. I figure spacing these
books is better than reading them all at once because I could get tired of
"hotter than a welder's torch" and "getting less attention than rest rooms"
pretty quickly.
The plot revolved around a fake for-profit religious cult in California,
an overused theme. Even Christopher Brookmyre did one of these. But not many
books also focus on knife-throwing acts and their targets.
I look forward to reading the rest of this stash, spread out over the
next year or so.
Joy
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