Torpedo Juice (Serge A. Storms #7)
Tonight, I finished Torpedo Juice by Tim Dorsey it is the fifty-second (52) book I have read in 2019. And while I will finish well below the goal of 72 books read I set at the beginning of the year, I will have at the least read one book a week for 2019. Which I think is always a great accomplishment.
Book 52 was Torpedo Juice book seven (7) in the Serge Storms series from Tim Dorsey. I reality wasn’t planning to read Torpedo Juice at this time. In fact, I am in the process of reading three other books. Two of the books are mysteries The Chestnut Man by Soren Sveistrup and Only to Sleep from Lawrence Osborne. The third is a thriller Games of Snipers from Stephen Hunter. However, the other night I decided with all this impeachment stuff and the abhorrent behavior of Trump, I needed to laugh more! I felt all this murder and mayhem was adding to my unhappiness.
Reading Torpedo Juice Because I Need To Laugh More
So I decided to read a book with a lot of mayhem that at least makes me laugh. Throughout the years I have primarily read mystery series. Many of those series have featured stories featuring lots of blood and gore and demonic serial killers.
I always tried though to read a few series with wise-cracking characters that brought a smile to my face like Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum or Parnell Hall’s Stanley Hastings. Rick Boyer’s “Doc” Adams books we’re always fun, as we’re Linwood Barclay’s Zack Walker books.
Anyway, while I in no way condone the drugged out behavior of Serge Storm and his best friend Coleman, their antics are funny. Reading Tim Dorsey’s books, to me, are like watching a cartoon. With that said I don’t think my wife would ever enjoy the books!
About Torpedo Juice
Torpedo Juice finds Serge heading to Key West to get married…. from Amazon
The drinks are on Sunshine State historian/spree killer Serge A. Storms, who’s decided it’s high time he got married. So he’s motoring down to the Florida Keys — the ultimate end of the line — in search of Ms. Right . . .
and finding his doped-up basket case bud Coleman along the way. But for Serge, “getting hitched” doesn’t necessarily mean “settling down” — not when South Florida is crawling with slimeballs, swindlers, unrepentant jerks, and annoying bystanders whose ranks need some serious thinning. Read More
The Bottom Line
The bottom line is Torpedo Juice is a terrifically funny read. At least it is in my humble opinion. For others maybe not so much. I guess Serge and Coleman are my Bevis and Butthead or Cheech and Chong, ones whose behavior you may not approve of but can still laugh at!
So Check it Out while I go back two my three other boosts and pray somehow that the Senate Republicans can do the right thing and end this nightmare of a presidency.
