..Feeling Old and Dirty and Incapable. You Probably Know the Feeling if You are Over Eighteen.

I have finally finished "Don't Point That Thing at Me." and not in a "FINALLY!" way, but just in a "Well, that took me longer than it should." way.

I actually really liked it come the end - I think once I stopped trying to work out what the actual *plot* was, it was just a great read. It's like a Quentin Tarantino film or something. Lots of things actually happen, but when you have to say what the start/middle/end is, you have to really think.

There doesn't seem to be a catalyst for events, in fact we come in half way through whatever has happened; Charlie doesn't seem to go on any personal journey, although he is a lot less wisecracking come the end, but I think that's as he feels he is facing his demise; and the book ends on a kind of muted cliff hanger. However, that is because the Mortdecai books aren't technically a trilogy, they're more one book divided into three. The second book, After You With the Pistol carries on literally from the next sentence to where Don't Point That Thing at Me finishes.

If you like fast paced, fast talking, rather violent antiheroes then it's the book for you. I'm surprised Tarantino isn't actually doing the movie adaptation...