I finished reading "To the Nines" by Janet Evanovich; another in a series of Stephanie Plum books. I thought that it was good, although the ending was kind of obvious. But then, you don't read Stephanie Plum books because they are great mysteries. If you wanted a great mystery, you would read Agatha Christie or some other author. Stephanie Plum books are more about the people in Stephanie's life; her friends, family, co-workers, neighbors, and the bad guys she's chasing. They're more comedies than suspence novels. I can hardly wait for number ten, although Stephanie may be getting too old for some of these adventures. What's funny in your twenties and early thirties can start to become sad later in life. Perhaps that's why it was so easy to pick the killer in the book.