Take a wonderfully crazed excursion into the demented heart of a tropical paradise—a world of cargo cults, cannibals, mad scientists, ninjas, and talking fruit bats. Our bumbling hero is Tucker Case, a hopeless geek trapped in a cool guy’s body, who makes a living as a pilot for the Mary Jean Cosmetics Corporation. But when he demolishes his boss’s pink plane during a drunken airborne liaison, Tuck must run for his life from Mary Jean’s goons. Now there’s only one employment opportunity left for him: piloting shady secret missions for an unscrupulous medical missionary and a sexy blond high priestess on the remotest of Micronesian hells. Here is a brazen, ingenious, irreverent, and wickedly funny novel from a modern master of the outrageous.
Another Christopher Moore novel!! This is the second time that I’ve tried reading this book. The first time I could barely get through the first part of the book , that I just had to put it away and hope that I could get through it another time.
He saw himself wading into a bucket of roosters, swinging his seven iron madly (but always keeping his head down and his left arm straight), dealing death and destruction like the Colonel’s own avenging angel. Welcome to Tucker Case’s chicken death camp, my little feathered friends. Now, kindly prepare to have your nuggets knocked off.
Which I did, but it took me some time. A little over a month for sure. It had its normal dark sense of humor and bad language. lol.
It wasn’t as great as I was thinking it was going to be… I mean it was alright but not OMG YOU NEED TO READ THIS!
While all the above people helped in the research and writing of the book, none of them are responsible for the liberties I took with the information they gave me. When in doubt, assume that I made everything up. -Christopher Moore acknowledgements
Again, it wasn’t the greatest… but there were a lot of funny moments within the book.