I wonder if, as with many authors that achieve a level of fame and sales, the reviewers just aren't allowed to say "this really sucks compared to his early stuff"? They'd get the axe for upsetting a perfectly profitable apple cart. No more Hiaasen for me. Besides what I wanted was a mystery. I went into a mystery specialty book shop ("Whodunit? Books" even!) and specifically asked for a funny mystery. There was nothing mysterious about Sick Puppy (precious little funny either) except how the reviewers found it so funny when it was riddled with cliches and as funny as the shipping report.

Off to read Murder with Peacocks.