What do you mean youd don't know Stephanie Plum?! She's the most awesomest imaginary person in the world and I'm dead jealous that Janet Evanovich thought her up first. Stephanie Plum is a chica from Trenton New Jersey and she's a bounty hunter.
My friends. Whenever you feel vaguely defeated by life, or like you don't have the strength to do it all on your lonesome, Stephanie Plum will supply the oestrogen you need to carry on. She's an inspiration to one and all. To prove my point here's a paragraph from the novel I'm reading call "Plum Lucky":
Lula and I were on our way to get a Lucky Clucky Shake at Cluck-in-a-Bucket, and Lula was rooting through her purse, trying to find her car keys.
"I know I got those keys in here somewhere," Lula said, pulling stuff out of her purse, piling everything onto the hood of her car. Gum, lip balm, stun gun, cell phone, a forty-caliber nickel-plated Glock, Tic Tacs, a can of Mace, a personal-mood candle, a flashlight, handcuffs, a screwdriver, nail polish, the pearl-handled Derringer she got as a Valentine's Day present from her honey, Tank, a musical bottle opener, a roll of toilet paper, Rolaids...
"A screwdriver?" I asked her.
"You never know when you'll need one. You'd be surprised what you could do with a screwdriver. I got extra-strength cherry-scented condoms in here too. 'Cause you never know when Tank might be needing some emergency quality time."
Now: don't you feel better already?
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