This book revisits the interesting plot concept of identical twins. It’s been done before, but this particular novel updates the idea and makes it quite unique. One twin, the “Good” twin, is a cop and pretty good at his job. Grant Mitchell is also, however, a twin, and devoted to his brother Cary, the “Bad” twin.
Well, OK, bad is a subjective word. Suffice it to say that Cary has managed to get himself into trouble, and he’s relying on good old Grant to get him out by impersonating him for a while. It’s a bit flimsy, but fortunately, the plot holes are adequately filled by an assortment of dynamic characters.
Of course Cary neglects to mention the woman he’s thinking about getting engaged to, one Peyton MacDowell, who fits “feisty blonde” to a t, and knocks Mitch’s heart into a loop. Cary, meanwhile, has taken off for Florida and his fate, Miss Lizabeth Drinkmiller, who is trying to have a good vacation by pretending to be Miss Sexy Leeza Drinkmiller, and having a major fling with Grant Mitchell whom she’s had a crush on since high school. Of course, Cary isn’t Grant.
Well, before all this identity swapping makes your ears bleed, let me reassure you that the book itself takes plenty of time to deal with this complicated tangle of affairs, and the characters themselves are quite delightful. It may be a muddle, but there’s lots of real affection involved, and Mitch and Peyton are almost outdone by Cary and Lizabeth. The tale switches from one twin to the other, yet the changes are not terribly disruptive to the flow of the story.
It’s fun, lighthearted, and everyone gets the right person in the end. So for a little cheerful entertainment, you might want to pick up a copy of this book. And a couple of packs of Doublemint Gum?