Heading home from Detroit with a couple of books that I wasn’t that interested in, I picked up The Stupidest Angel, by Christopher Moore. I wasn’t super-optimistic — on the advice of a friend of mine I had picked up one of his previous books, Island of the Sequined Love Nun, but didn’t end up finishing it, since it wasn’t that funny.
But Angel was terrific. It’s a story as old as time: lonely during Christmas, a woman kills her ex-husband who happens to be drunk & dressed as Santa Claus, he eventually gets re-animated as a zombie by a very not-so-smart angel, and I guess everyone knows what happens after that. A Christmas love story.
Anyway, very funny book — cotton candy novel, of course, but good.