I plucked this book from the TBR pile mostly because the blurb was intriguing and because I just read two awesome books back to back and I wanted something totally PNR and totally unexpected. I was beginning to suspect the holiday cheer was starting to rub off and I'm getting too happy, which as we all know, could be dangerous.In a nutshell, Justine Jones is a hypochondriac who was recently recruited by a team of neurotics who use their crazy to disillusion bad people. How could that be anything but unexpected? I wasn't even sure if you can shelf this as a PNR novel. It borders on science fiction-graphic novel territory... actually its more in the acid trip territory now that I think about it. It's a mad, strange world Carolyn Crane has created. It sometimes even reaches campy levels. I'll mention one: a bad telekinetic on the loose who throws bricks at random people, so the citizens of Midcity wear hats/helmets. How does someone come up with THAT?! The rules of this book weren't so strange as to alienate someone like me (who has no sci-fi inclination thus far) but it is a couple of blocks away from Kansas, Dorothy. There's romance, there's sex, there's even the heroine's best friend and some level of clothing obsession on the author's part. But then there are strange descriptions of (supposed) attractiveness such as a meaty nose and I'm supposed to swoon over a guy who wears a beret, a cape, goes to the opera and autographs his motto to his adoring fans. Maybe there's a metaphor in there somewhere but no matter. This is still a 4-star read for me. With this quote:My entire being sighs into him, curling around his deliciously cucumbery cock like it’s my new center of gravity.Are you kidding me? Cucumbery Cock will be the name of my fragrance when my notoriety reaches Kim Kardashian levels.Give me the trilogy kool-aid... cheers.