I always swore I would never read any of Janet Evanovich's early works. She already makes a gazillion dollars churning out formulaic books ... I don't need read the crappy stuff she started out writing. However, after finishing One Day, I needed something light and fluffy. One Day was heart-wrenching. The ending left me sobbing, wondering if it's possible to short out a Kindle. I was so pissed I almost threw it across the room.
So now I'm reading Janet Evanovich's Full House. It's a romantic-comic-suspense novel and I'm on page 228 of 345. Basically, a divorced mom of two hooks up with a handsome rich dude. There's also some deal where's she's hearing creepy sounds outside of her window and smelling random perfume in her house, but I haven't found out why yet.
And you know, it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. It's a nice, breezy book that requires no thinking whatsoever. I don't need to read any more in the series, but I've read worse.