Literary Litter Freak

Just finished Carl Hiaasen's book Sick Puppy. LOVED it! In the story the eco-hero messes with a litterer!!!!!!

I'd read several of Hiaasen's popular novels, but not this one. My friend, Ted, from Maine, gave me Nature Girl when he finished and said he's reading all of Hiaasen's books. I'd never thought to read all of them. Duh. Thanks, Ted, for giving me the idea. I'm reading them in chronological order, starting with the first ones co-authored with his late friend and colleague, William D. Montalbano.

Although I am surprised no one mentioned Sick Puppy to me, knowing how passionate I am about litter, I'm glad.  Imagine my amazement and delight,  to discover a recurring theme of the book was outrage about littering. Part of the story even takes place, on our street, in our town.

If you haven't read it, it's highly recommended. Hilarious Hiaasen humor. If you daydream about what you'd like to do when you see someone litter, you'll find this book absolutely hysterical. It's not only a fun read, it's informative.  As a Florida  native and nature lover, I learned a lot about Florida ecology and landmarks. For example: I didn't know Florida has a National Crocodile Wildlife Refuge.  I love Hiaasen's writing, and this book is especially near and dear to my heart. Thanks, Carl

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I had been watching the Duc’s face; a first red flush had come creeping from under the roots of his beard, and had spread over the low forehead and the sides of the neck. The eye-glass fell from the eye, a signal for the colour to retreat. The full lips grew pallid, and began to mutter unspoken words. His eyes wandered appealingly from the woman beside him to me. I didn’t want to look him in the face. The man was a trafficker in human blood, an evil liver, and I hated him. He had to pay his price; would have to pay—but I didn’t want to see him pay it. There was a limit.
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