Lucky You

I picked up a book to read a couple of days ago. Needing something to do while I waited at the laundromat, and not having an impressive selection from which to choose, I settled on Lucky You, by Carl Hiaasen. While the book's premise showed some promise (2 thieves steal a winning Florida State Lotto ticket from a woman), any real entertainment value was leeched out by Hiaasen's pedestrian, uninspired prose. To make matters worse, the 483-page book dubiously employs the tactic of trying to carry a sumber of subplots, all of which seem entirely extraneous. In fact, the book might have been much more satisfying as a 200-page book sans the unintersting subplots. Why then, would I bother to write a post about it? The book made me think. I thought about our changing social values, our vascillation between environmental responsibility an natural American "oportunism".