Synopsis at Good Reads
A career criminal with OCD tendencies and a savant-like genius for bringing order to his crime scenes, Martin considers himself one of the best in the biz. After all, he’s been able to steal from the same people for years on end—virtually undetected. Of course, this could also be attributed to his unique business model—he takes only items that will go unnoticed by the homeowner. After all, who in their right mind would miss a roll of toilet paper here, a half-used bottle of maple syrup there, or even a rarely used piece of china buried deep within a dusty cabinet?
Even though he's never met these homeowners, he's spent hours in their houses, looking through their photo albums and reading their journals. In essence, Martin has developed a friendship of sorts with them and as such, he decides to interfere more in their lives—playing the part of a rather odd guardian angel—even though it means breaking many of his twitchy neurotic rules.
Along the way Martin not only improves the lives of others, but he also discovers love and finds that his own life is much better lived on the edge (at least some of the time) in this hilarious, suspenseful and often profound novel about a man used to planning every second of his life, suddenly forced to confront chaos and spontaneity.
My review at Good Reads
4 of 5 stars
This was quirky and fun read. Imagine; a story where the good guy is a professional thief! I got to know Martin, the main character, well and a good description of his “clients.” It made me think about how secure our own home is and how much we really pay attention to the things we have. Could we have had a weekly visitor back in my working days that helped himself to ten packets from the 100 packet Splenda box or a ream of printer paper from the case of paper we had with no printer in the house? I love a story that can make you really think, even about the silly.
Some reviewers think there was a lot of brand name product placement. I didn’t think so. Maybe it’s a “born in Detroit” thing, but I always said “the Camaro” rather than “the car.” Friends and family have always referred to their cars by the make or model rather than the generic term. Other name brands mentioned either gave an indication of price and quality of some items or were used for the purpose of describing shopping areas. I find books that make too much of an effort to avoid mentioning brands to be far more annoying.
It was a sweet story and a fun read for a break in between deeper or more serious books.
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