But, you know, if you think about it, how much does life make sense? Aren't we all just random molecules existing for some unknown reason on a giant ball of dirt-covered molten metal? What does it all mean? Why metal? Why aren't there real unicorns? What's up with the platypus? And the fact that she's working with this detective who has "been there, done that" seen-it-all kind of guy and yet she's the only one solving the case even though she's supposed to be eating poison as her job. Oh, and the fact that our heroine owes a loan shark money and they visited her mother once to scare her but never went back even after she was running away from them and they wanted to kill her. There is also some "sciencey" explanation for why certain people are picked to be poison-detectors and it's as believable as the rampant poisonings going on in Hollywood. 10 out of 10.Ĭhances of food without slobber in it? Not so awesome. It's all very hush-hush for some reason.Ĭhances of cuteness? Awesome. So, these food-testers are hired on and hidden as their flunkies so nobody knows they have these poison detectors on hand. Apparently all of those Hollywood drug overdose things are a bunch of hooey. Our heroine is a food-taster in modern day Los Angeles for a secret society. A strange mix, yes, but it has similarities to both enough to make me confident in that assessment. It reminded me of a combination of Poison Study and Stephanie Plum books.
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